I got up this
morning. A quick foray around the patio area encouraged me in the idea of going
off on the Mean Machine, my mobility scooter, to buy some fish, some mackerel,
for dinner tonight.
I went inside, had
some breakfast. I looked out of the kitchen window. The golden paving was
looking a richer colour. A shower had clearly fallen. My scooter doesn’t like
getting wet, any more than I do. I go off & have some tea while I decide
what to do.
As the path was
still wet on my return, I decided to tackle the ironing. The sky seemed to
brighten up, but then another shower. That clearly is going to be the pattern
of the day, the morning at least. So it is I’ve abandoned the idea of going out
for some fish.
I’ve even changed my
idea of what to do this evening. It’s now become a pasta dish with a broccoli
& anchovy sauce - I had to get some oily fish in somehow – to accompany
some grilled pork sausages.
The Fox is cooking
tomorrow. He’s doing something with chicken. On Saturday I’ll maybe have
another go at trying to get down to the fishmonger on the Mean Machine. Oh, and
then I could have a tour of the garden while I have the Mean Machine out. Here’s
hoping.
2 comments:
I really get annoyed with the deceptions that the weather throws our way. Mind you, if it wasn't so fickle we'd be living far away from these Isles!
Nice to have heard from you Malcolm.
Whatever else you can say, British weather is unpredictable - maybe that's why we spend so much time talking, and writing, about it. Brilliant sunshine can get boring after a while, never a problem here.
You always know it won't last!
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