Coming-Or-Going

One of my parents oft used sayings was “I don’t know whether I’m coming or going” and that pretty well summed up the early part of the day.
After yesterday I dressed in my waterproof coat for the Thursday Gang day at the rugby club. The sun shone and I felt as though I’d become a boil-in-the-bag meal. So having stripped off my waterproofs I went into the maintenance hut and the heavens opened, vertical rain, almost monsoon like except it was cold.
Mrs S dressed Paddy in his raincoat for his walk today, he looked distinctly unimpressed.

There is colour about and spring is trying to break through.