Today's posts are showing a regrettable penchant for song titles, for which I apologise.
However, the title says it all, and rainy Sundays are the absolute pits. It feels as if we haven't had any daylight today, just a murky half-light, which has made me feel as though I've been entombed in Tupperware.
I tidied the workroom. Then I did some work and messed it all up again.
In other, equally unexciting news, we seem to have a pole-dancing squirrel on the patio. Not to mention a member of the genus Rattus Rattus, who was seen scampering around under the trees at the top of the garden.
We mentioned this sighting to our nominal ratting terrier, who raced up the garden enthusiastically enough, and conducted a spirited search but singularly failed to find the interloper. Not that you'd know it by the triumphal way in which she re-entered the house as if she had vanquished a mighty foe.
Fair do's though......Small Dog hates getting wet and the relentless drizzle today has been..... well, relentless.
It's dark again now, although light levels are only marginally less than earlier so it's difficult to tell.
I'm a bit fed up.