Like a wet night in Dunoon ...

Sometimes I hear myself say by way of making a comparison: "It's like a wet night in Dunoon" but today this was no figure of speech. As an old friend said once in the middle of a rehearsal of some piece that had run into difficulties, "it was going so well too..." to general hilarity, today was also going quite well when I woke to a golden pre-sunrise sky that I'd love to share here and may just stick on as an extra, and even when I went out in the later part of the morning to post a parcel at the Co-op (into which the post office was long ago subsumed) and got back without any rain from the increasingly darkening sky... Gosh. That was a long sentence. I'll be turning into Virgil soon. 

The morning actually  flew past once I'd dragged myself out of bed. Himself had a meeting with the chap in church who does all the rotas and admin in order to work out what to include in the Carol service order sheets, whom to ask as readers and so on, so having made the coffee and consumed my own I left them to it and did the shopping/posting trip. As I met another congregation member in the Co-op, this took rather longer than I'd anticipated.

I'm still very much aware of the stress of the past weeks - I almost feel worse now than during the pre-interview period, when I was up to high doh; the tension headaches are making their presence felt and I'm pretty sure the irresistible cough that seizes me is linked to the nerve in my head that already gives me trouble. I hate the way such things seem to take far longer to die down again than when I was  younger. 

Having turned my attention to our Christmas card labels that form our list, I realised I'd run out of sheets of self-adhesive labels to print, labels without which the list is merely that, so it was on with the cagoule and off down the road in the rain to find some in the Observer shop. (No - not that one: the local paper).That's when I took the first photo, as I emerged from the shop to find the rain coming down in stair-rods. If you look at the light to the right of the photo you'll get an idea ... The other photo is of the house at the end of the road, which is already fully decorated but which always looks so good that I forgive them.

A quick call from #1 son and texts with #2 completed the day, apart from my printing the first sheet of labels only to discover that the new ones don't fit my template as well as their predecessors. It can wait till tomorrow. I made dinner and we attended online Compline, Now I've just been watching Shetland  and falling apart asleep as I tried to concentrate. Tomorrow ...