What grim weather, shodatin. Definitely time for dormousing - or beagle-thinking! In fact, curled up warm in bed, with a hot water bottle and a mug of hot chocolate, is about as good a use of such a day as one could imagine. Except possibly sitting with friends round a roaring fire, with the remains of a good meal on the table and the convivial clink of glasses and the telling of stories.
Hope a few days curled up will accumulate spoon supply for when sun comes out.
Thank you for postcode confirmation. Definitely not your handwriting - I was wildly and creatively wrong! Fortunately your clever postie seems to have ignored and all did indeed arrive as intended!
Merivel thank you for sharing your wonderful day out! And I thought the F-word was banned. No one's a Fraud, and there's no competitive misery round here. Good days are worth celebrating, and it's extremely kind of you to share yours with us, including part-Burmese goddess. So beautiful.
Much empathy with your self-annoyance about housekeeping today, and impact on DH.
I know that one very well indeed. But hurrah for finding of objects! Not lost, just in a Safe Place...
And thank you so much for the company of HF, whose thinking I have had much need of these last few days. Many knots still to be teased apart here. Hope your tangled skein is still unwinding and reknitting in a manageable way.
And the same to Upward, who may also be doing lots of painful, uphill work.
Think we may need another of those group hugs but no tongues, whoever it was last time.
Hope everyone sleeps well tonight, and wakes with enough spoons to get through the morrow.