Short of time.

Today is flying by.   It is now 3pm and this is the first chance I have had to sit down at the computer.   It is my shopping day and these days the farmer has to ferry me back and forth as I am in a non-driving phase.   The journey could have been made in mid-winter.   There was an inch of snow on the ground, heavy snow hung on the fir trees and there was thick freezing fog on the top road to the supermarket.   The temperature, according to the dash board in the car, was 1.5, there was an ice symbol and it never got any higher.

I am a creature of routine and once back it is get the lunch, wash out the refrigerator, pack away the food, load the dishwasher and switch it on - then I can think of what I wish to do.   Several business things had to be done - so here I am at long last.

Do you remember the story a couple of weeks ago about the farmer
finding a balloon in the field and it having a tag on it?  I sent a letter to the little girl who had written on the tag and Diane, who is one of my followers and who teaches in Texas, picked up on it and is now in touch with the school.   She herself is a teacher and there is hopefully going to be some contact between the classes.   Such is the power of the internet. Used wisely and well and it is such a great advantage isn't it?   Sad that there is always somebody somewhere who has an ulterior motive.

As I write the snow is gradually disappearing and the sun is trying to shine through.   I am hoping it all goes away as friend W and I are set to go through to Kirby Lonsdale on Friday to meet our friends from Windermere for a lunch in the Italian restaurant there.
To get there we have to go over the tops and that means a height of well over a thousand feet, so we do want pretty good conditions.
We shall see.