It's raining cats and dogs☔

It is dark and wild outside. Trees dance and contort in the wind and sheets of rain dash against the windows. Himself has already left for work and the cat who chose to slip outside very quickly returned, spiky and wet then stalked off to bed to sleep off her brief but horrendous outdoor experience.

I am sitting downstairs listening to the wind howl round the chimney and scream past the kitchen.  I, like the cat, have also been out. Willow and I galloped down to the garden and back in record speed. Me because the weather was foul, her because her breakfast was calling her rather loudly!

I am not keen on central ceiling bright lights, so we have side lights, stringed lights or standard lamps in all the rooms. Sitting in the dining room I am gently bathed in a soft yellow glow of stringed café lights above my head and the repeated reflected pattern on the wet window while the garden lashes back and forth outside rather pleases me. 

The last few mornings - even before Willow - I have woken before the alarm, unusual for me as I am not a lark but more of a night owl. However I think I might try and harness this recent 'superpower' as I want to make the absolute most of my new freedom and having a dog who thinks any time is a good time to do 'things' just might help!

Later: Having just come back from a quick dog loop - I am beginning to think that having a dog, in the northern hemisphere, in winter ... is certain type of masochism ........

An increasingly soggy dog with her rather damp owner not far behind

This gentle waffly post about nothing in particular is more about getting me into blogging regularly again than I actually have anything to say!

Hope you are staying safe and out of Storm Chandra, I saw several branches down and a damaged roof in the village.

What do you do with a dog on a day like this? Bearing in mind I can not even blink without Willow going 'GREAT! - you moved - what adventure shall we do next huff huff huff' 😆