Tuesday, March 12th
The snow was wet and slick and I just couldn’t bring myself to walk the three minutes through the slush to get to work.
For weeks now, England has been flirting with spring. Sometimes it’s sunny with a warm breeze and blossoms coyly bud on the trees, and sometimes we’re trapped inside a snow globe where the flakes never seem to settle.
Le Chat doesn’t seem to mind the weather’s fickle ways. Her life is good so long as she has somewhere warm to curl up and doze. My shutter woke her from one of her naps and I was able to catch her yawning. I love it when she yawns and I literally have a whole collection of photos I’ve taken of her with her mouth open, her little fangs glistening like daggers. She’s cute. I’m glad we brought her with us from America; she’s been a good friend.
Speaking of America, Sunday marked my tenth month in the UK. I feel I’ve been wrapped in sweaters for the entire ten months that we’ve lived here and I’m getting a little tired of it. I’m looking forward to summer.
I’m looking forward to fresh fruit and garden grown veggies. I’m looking forward to picnics. I’m looking forward to eating my eggs out on the lawn.
And then it was again time to meet at the Black Pig with the Tunbridge Wells Writers.
And that was my Tuesday. As always, thanks for reading. XO