The many and various ways I pass the time now has a new addition. Usually it involves drinking coffee whilst sitting at a computer keeping in touch with chums, or sipping wine sitting on our tiny terrace catching the sun, and wondering what else I can do to avoid any cleaning or tidying or putting away of stuff and things that aren't even MINE. And now I am going to type this blog. Provided that doesn't become a chore as well, in which case...

Thursday, 7 April 2011

Here Comes the Sun, doo-di-doo-doo

I'd love to have been able to blog about something other than the care of the ageing/aged and residential homes and the funding thereof lately, but it's a bit difficult at the moment to get my head out of the morass of thoughts that such a huge issue creates.

However there is another Big Thing happening this week and that is the sun is back.  Not a weak or  half-hearted spring sun peeping out between clouds, but a full-throated roar of pure unadulterated sun, a summer sun, like June come two months early.  The temperatures in the Northern Home Counties hit the 20sC yesterday, and look set to pull off this marvellous feat for the rest of the week - including the weekend, which is so nice for all the poor Wage Slaves.  Better yet is that the same sorts of temperatures are expected in mid-Wales, so The Husband and I are planning to go to our house there this weekend for the first time since early March, and with a following wind and a good shove, he may even find it dry enough to cut the grass there front and back before it becomes a buttercup-studded hay meadow.

The Husband will also get his haircut, as a #1 buzz cut all over costs roughly half there what it does here, so he can have it done and add a generous tip and still come out with change from what he'd pay locally here.  The same goes for a round in a pub, not half, but perhaps 2/3rds of SE England prices. Add to that the vastly superior neighbourhood and community feel, the pleasantries in the shops and the more courteous driving habits of the locals (and the huge wide open spaces of high hills and oak tree planted river valleys) and you get a little bit of heaven on earth.  And we have a house there.  How good is that?

Our little house is the third one down of the staggered terrace

We will be retiring there one day, when The Husband calls a halt to going out to earn Our Daily Crust.  Meanwhile we do what we call practice runs for retirement, where we potter about and do a spot of light gardening and spend an afternoon on desultory small market town shopping and then in an unhurried way cook what we have bought and eat it. One or two tasks stretch out most agreeably to fill the time allotted to them, and then it is the hour for the sun to set.  If it is warm enough we can sit at our outside table with a last glass of wine and watch it slip slowly behind the hill, suffusing the valley with pink and orange and tinting any clouds a vivid yet delicate purple.

After that there might be an hour of something from iPlayer on the laptop, and So To Bed.

Blissy, innit?


  1. Britain is so blissfully beautiful when the sun comes out -- and when the weather is warm it's heaven on earth! So why am I always away when this happens? Here in New England the sun is sort of out, but the temperature is only 2 degrees above freezing. And nary a bloom to be seen anywhere ...

  2. Sounds wonderful, Baby Sis, whereas here in the far north it rained nonstop yesterday, though at least it was fairly mild (ooo, about 12 degrees) However, it's supposed to be sunny and 18C on Saturday, so we too can put our noses out of doors. Enjoy your weekend :-)

  3. The sun is still shining, Broad, but will again when you get back. There are reports today on the BBC website of about 70 silly people needing to be rescued from sandbanks etc by the Coast Guards off the Lancashire coast over the weekend. Not a one of them had checked tide tables before venturing out there, it would seem. As a Southport resident I guess this will make you roll your eyes in horror twinned with exasperation! Some folk aren't safe to be let out!