|March 17th 2018|
More snow - Really? I'm sick of this wintery weather. I really am. I dream of sunshine and primroses daffodils, tulips and blossom on the trees. Of warmer, happier days. I yearn for tea and cake on the lawn.
So far this year so many of my friends and family have been struck down by one nasty virus or other, myself included and its knocked us off our feet. Usually, it's not an issue, we might go down, but this year it's been so hard to come up on the side of good health - the germs are lingering and are being passed back and forward in communities everywhere.
I could be positive and look at it another way, snowy weekends mean I can stay home and get things done around the house. Ugh! I don't like that idea at all! Housework makes me feel ill.
Or I could get some writing done. Spend a few hours on my novel, or polish a story for a competition. I could make a detailed writing plan for the next month or two, or I could snuggle down on the sofa and read a good book. That sounds like a great plan.
It's never that easy though is it? I need to go out, to look in on my mum, and my neighbour and to buy vegetables for dinner. If it runs over into Monday, I need to go to work, and lets face it, we can't deal with snow can we? Seriously, it's a joke, other countries must have a right laugh at us messing about on the roads.
Ah, the good old English weather eh, it ruins the best laid plans. Seriously, I'm hoping it disappears as quickly as it arrived. Fingers crossed.
Of course you may love it! Let me know your thoughts, and what you're up to?