It would appear that my prognostication of dire weather following St. Swithin's Day was correct. It has rained more or less steadily all day and light levels have been only marginally in the daylight range. It's also been really windy.... just for a change.
And to top it all off it's bloody cold.
I'd have more sympathy with the weather if it was making even the slightest concession to the fact that it's mid-July and the rain was at least lukewarm. Today though it's felt like mid-November and I'm thoroughly fed up.
Small Dog has barely stirred from beneath the blanket in her basket, going out only under duress and for the bare minimum of time required to do her ablutions and return to the warmth of her cosy nest.
I know just how she feels.
However I have made a virtue of necessity and done a few hour's casting, followed by dressing a new little toy doll and completing a miniature toy theatre I started on Friday.
So the day hasn't been a complete washout workwise.
I just really feel the need for some cheering sunshine for more than just a few fleeting hours every fourth day.