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Partly sunny with a chance of?

This morning I accidentally fell asleep again after 'waking up' with my alarm, contemplating what to do with it, before putting two-and-two together and switching it off instead of snoozing. I managed a brief window of lucidity - where I would actually have arisen - but then it passed.

I next opened my eyes around 7:00, far more civilised than 6:30, and with a little lazy guilt for not having gone swimming, hefalump-fairy'd downstairs to make the most necessary thing every morning requires: good, strong filter coffee. I like to let mine stew for a while - to get all the goodness out of it and it was while I was doing this and contemplating (well as much as you can before caffeine in the morning) life in the shower, wondering what I would write on my blog today, that I thought I'd talk about the weather.

Coffee from my favourite mug :)

It's that famous British topic, spoken about anywhere else in the world as a boring conversation filler, but here in Britain it's a truely engaging topic. We've just put the clocks forward (loosing a precious hour on Sunday) to celebrate Spring and British Summer Time. Looking forward to long-lit evenings... being able to have a glass of wine outside in the warm evening, maybe pottering about in the flowerbeds, after a busy day bustling about. This weekend we've got a Saturday afternoon game of croquet planned (yes we have our flat caps and inappropriate summer dresses to go with them) and a Sunday walk too - all in anticipation of good weather.

I am perpetually checking my weather app, somehow hoping that in doing so the promised 16 degrees and sun will stay that way... Because on mornings like today, when I can hear the cars outside driving through puddles and I stick my big toe out from under my warm, fluffy feather duvet that I've burrowed underneath after getting out of the shower, only to loose feeling in it (we switched our heating off last week in anticipation of Spring) that apprehension rears it's head.

A good day for the garden

PLW's alarm has gone off again, so she should be ambling towards the bathroom any minute now. And when she does so I have a strange feeling that you can all guess what we'll be talking about - and that's before we even decide on what to wear today!


Lucky

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