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What can anyone do on a wet day?
What can anyone do on a wet weekend, come to that? I don't think the outlook is very good.
The garden is soaking and slugs and snails seem to be laughing at me through the window. I cannot be bothered to get soaking wet and collect them up. In any case, what do you do with them when they are caught? My son, Sam, throws them into salt water, I cannot bring myself to do that.
I used to throw them over the back wall, but since the new flats have been built close by, that is not a good idea. The gesture might be taken the wrong way.
Today, Sam was going to the massive store a few miles away and offered to take me. You know the one I mean..... You get in there and can never find your way out. Everything is written in a Scandinavian language. I'm not sure if I should be mentioning the name but just in case I shouldn't, it just begins with the ninth letter of our alphabet.
I love going to this store as some of their things are really lovely, while other things are not. I was moaning to Sam the other day that I never get to go there any more and he has been asking me to accompany him every other day because he is making major alterations in his house and goes there a lot.
So off we set and I was only going to look. This store must must have employed a psychologist who knew exactly what music would lull you into wanting everything in sight. Well it does seem to work because I always buy something whether I need it or not. I think it is the colours that appeal as well as the music.
Today I bought a blaska, 2 rationells and a janso.
Which in English is a boring dustpan and brush, 2 recycling baskets and a tiny lamp ( that was in a sale.)
However, we stayed there for ages looking round at the lovely kitchen, bathroom and bedroom arrangements and I swear that this store makes me quite dissatisfied with everything I own and I am really not normally that materialistic.
My daughter, Deb, is coming for the weekend just to stay one night, to make it possible to take the boys to The Swindon Steam Train Museum. It would be normally too long a journey for them to travel there and back in one day. Sam is interested in taking the girls too, so it seems that I am also going, as he can bring me back when he leaves. When Deb leaves the museum she will head for home in the other direction.
So it won't really matter if it rains or not for us, this weekend. We will be indoors.
Little rabbit, Ash seems back to normal now after his operation and does seem to be calming down and is more friendly. I have extended his run slightly so that he has more room. Very soon he will have taken over the dining room. Sorry all you folk who are astounded by a rabbit living in a dining area. However, that is the way it is, and he doesn't smell or anything.
I think that if he was in a hutch in the garden, he wouldn't be getting much company on a wet day like today because I wouldn't be getting wet every few moments to go and see to him. Mind you, it is lovely to be able to get my hair wet and not have to bother about styling it. There is a definite tendency for it to wave these days and it was straight as a poker before.
Life does have its compensations.
Anyway, have a good weekend. I wonder what you will all be doing?