This is what greeted me this morning – snow drifting under the back door. It might look pretty but it is a nuisance and it makes the quarry tiles very slippery. So as soon as the door was opened and the boys were outside I had to scoop it up and get it back outdoors where it should have stayed.
So yes you guessed it is still bloomin’ snowing here and the gale force wind is not much reduced. After all that lamb like weather at the start of the month March definitely seems to want to roar like a lion or three!
I managed to finish the card this morning and get it into the postbox across the road I hope in time. I had hoped the weather might mean a quiet day next door but no there they all were working away – it is okay though; I made some requests about a couple of things before they started and not only are they being respected but the workmen are very polite and always say “hi” if they see me. At least in the blizzard most of the work was going on inside; sad to see good original stone being carted out and modern bricks going in but not everyone is as concerned for originality of the building fabric as I am.
I spent too long on the internet this morning doing this or that and so by the time I was ready to set off with the pooches it was half past one.
We followed our usual route down the lane; Pup was wary about the dyke today because much of it had been roofed over with snow and he seemed aware it was of no substance – where is the ditch here?
Instead of going into the larch spinney I walked on down the estate road; Pup had been off lead from the top of the lane and he stayed pretty close most of the way. Part way down before we got to the drive to the big house we turned off on a track and followed it along the bottom edge of the waste water treatment works until we met up with the burn we have followed most of the way down along the other side. We carried on a wee bit further before turning back and retracing our steps.
When I came to clip Pup’s lead on it was to find his collar buckle plastered in Pup Poo (nice!) … don’;t ask me how he had managed that but he seemed completely oblivious. When we got home I really did not relish unbuckling that collar but there was really no option. It is now drying off (after receiving a good scrub) in the hope it will be ready for him tomorrow.
Next I walked into Kirriemuir for the cash machine and some milk; mostly cleared pavements there were places where the going got tough because of drifting and I cam back via Evelyn’s. She was not feeling well today and kept shuddering and complaining of nausea but she was determined that she didn’t need the doctor and has promised she will press her pendant is she does need help. She let me make her a cuppa and when I said I would leave her to rest she perked up a bit and kept me chatting.
She talked again about her dying and noone is allowed to be sad because she has had a good life but she isn’t enjoying life anymore. I told her I would feel sad because I will miss her when that tme does come but would try to honour her wishes. She went on to talk about wanting to be cremated and her ashes scattered with those of her beloved husband who dies over 10 years ago now. I have asked, if there is noone else she wants to do that, if I could do that one last thing for her. I now some would find this morbid but if Evelyn has a view about what happens to her then it is reasonable for her to make it clear now and it is only kindness to listen and observe those wishes.
I came home to doggy teatime and now I am just enjoying looking again at my snowy pictures in the wind down to bedtime – the weather is horrid but it is spectacular too!
Wish I had a cliffhanger to leave you with to go with that picture – but I don’t. I have a question though … yesterday I found a long forgotten packet of balsam tissues in a pocket; I have been using rough scrubby kitchen role for my nose so finding 9 balsam tissues feels like ridiculous luxury – they are now being rationed to one a day … so if you could stumble across some small item what would represent luxury to you?