Well it is another mostly wet with added interest of snow/ice/sleet week at House of Franklin. The sheep are starting to go mouldy and I have to admit my sense of humour is a little fusty as once again I have to hang the washing up inside the house. And as every experienced laundry processor knows is time consuming, more likely to crease and never smells as nice and fresh. Luckily at the market yesterday there was a very brisk breeze that successfully dried out my sad brolly that shelters me from the elements, and also nearly sent the stand flying. However pack up was completed successfully before the next rain cloud hit. And we were serenaded at the market throughout the morning by the cranes flying overhead. I did try and explain that they were supposed to tow the sun back with them but they were too busy arguing over directions to pay any attention to me.
I will see if I can write an equally moany blog when it is 40 degrees outside just to keep things even.;)
Happy thoughts from me to you Helenx