The big blue (and grey)

Sunglasses, check. Factor 15, check. Winter jacket, check. Wellies, check.

Just how does one prepare to leave the house in this strange weather? I think packing for all eventualities is the only sensible option. Today was another one of those days of being lulled into a false sense of summer, only to have all hopes pee'd upon.

After a very rough night with little D hardly sleeping a wink for coughing so much, we were all up having breakfast at 6am and by the time it got to 9am it felt like dinnertime. Thankfully we had made plans to meet C and her wee one M at soft play at the climbing centre in Ratho so it gave me the push I so badly needed to get dressed and out the house. It was so lovely to catch up with C, hadn't seen her in ages. Although chats are always interrupted when kids are around, we have booked in a sleepover in the next couple of weeks so we can partake in a glass of wine and proper chat while the kids run amok.

Leaving the climbing centre, the road wound past fields of rapeseed which were bathed in a beautiful sunny glow, yet the clouds looming ominously on the horizon indicated that was about to be short lived. And indeed it was.

Umbrella anyone?