Windy, cloudy, sunny, a bit of everything apart from rain over the weekend, and this morning looks to be the same; grey, windy on this side of the hill and with a slight chill. That’s the weather. As for whether the wethered wether will weather this weather, well, that’s a different story. (Isn’t the language wonderful when you can make the same sound mean three of four different things by changing the spelling slightly, or not at all?) Anyway…
What kind of a weekend did I have? I had a sleepless Saturday night for no sensible reason. It was muggy and although I was tried, as soon as I went to bed, my mind woke up. I sat up reading until well gone three, and not even the memoirs of a policeman who was on the London beat in 1888 could send me off. Part of it might have been to do with the knowledge that our landlord was coming to see the house the next day, and we didn’t know what to expect. He came with his son, and lovely people they are too, but it reinforces that fact that we only have this lease until October, and after that… Who knows? Things might change before that, possibly, because the house is for sale, and I am pretty sure, now he has seen the place, he will want to change arrangements come October. This means, we are starting to think about a move, but where to and whether we will find anything are other matters. Whether we shall weather the what ifs whether things change or not… Don’t get me started on that again.
Apart from that and some writing, watching some snooker and doing some housework, we had a quiet weekend.
