Friday 25 September
It’s a very Autumnal day today and it’s going to be a very short post. The Coronavirus numbers are heading in the wrong direction. It’s hard work at the moment.
The wind is blowing – I came home and went outside to fix a blown out panel from the greenhouse.
The temperature has dropped – I nearly switched on the central heating this evening. My rule is to avoid that until November wherever possible.
The cloud and rain has arrived – it was darker earlier and the wind and darkness outside was imposing. Fractured by showers of rain.
And I’m tired, really tired, on a Friday evening after a tough week. I have the news on the telly. The dog on my lap and a mug of hot tea in my hand. I’m thinking of my book and bed. Reading a ghost story whilst the wind howls around the house.
The Bald Birder 