And so the Great British summer staggers on in its usual unpredictable style.... too hot to breathe one week, so cold we've got our central heating back on the next.
It's been cold and wet today again, although thankfully the horrendous gales have dissipated. Saw some pictures earlier of the flood devastation in Wales and of people being rescued from their caravans on campsites by RNLI inflatables, so we're counting ourselves lucky to have got back home unscathed.
I've started to make some inroads into my work to do list today, packaging orders and getting organised to make a start on some lovely commissions. I even did some casting!
Lots to do this coming week, but at least I won't feel the lure of the great outdoors as the weather forecast is resolutely downbeat for the next week or so. More cold, wet weather. So, the perfect excuse to buckle down and get on with it. I've called a business breakfast meeting for tomorrow morning, which has disgruntled Small Dog no end. She's not a 'morning dog' at all, so the only way we'll secure her attendance is to promise a bravura breakfast.
She's been a bit grumpy since we got home, possibly because our holiday should have ended today and not two days ago, so she's feeling hard done by. Also we'd accidentally left her winning rosette out in the caravan and she wanted it pinned to her basket to advertise her achievement, so I had to traipse out through the rain and mud to retrieve it for her.