When will it end?

When will it end?

Rain came slashing down in heavy showers throughout most of yesterday. Today seems to be the same.

As I write, a meatball curry is plopping away. We're still potatoless. The idea of getting drenched going to the shops has little appeal. It looks as though tomorrow we'll have to shop whatever the weather. We're just running out of too many things. And when those things include basics like tea, bread, milk, as well as the potatoes, something has to be done. We're expecting the electrician on Friday so we won't be able to shop then.

The absence of Little B is still very tangible in the Pub. Yesterday, there were near fisticuffs over what to wear to his funeral. Little B requested not only no black but also to come casual. To some, this means tracksuits or T-shirts & jeans. Others don't feel that is appropriate wear for a funeral & they just wouldn't feel comfortable in such attire. The general consensus is that he meant in clothes such as you would wear for an afternoon at the pub. And for some of us that means sometimes smart casual. Proper shirts & trousers for men, skirts & dresses for the ladies. Certainly that is what I intend to do. It's amazing what a controversy such an apparently simple request can cause. We all want to say our farewells showing respect for our deceased friend, but we just can't agree about how best to show that respect.