Sunday - my day off. So why did the cat tell me that it was time to get up at 'what-time-do-you-call-this' o'clock?
Peering through half closed eyes I could see a concerned furry face almost pressed up to mine with her paw gently tapping my cheek as she quietly chirruped to me. Grumbling I buried myself deeper under the duvet which Pepper took as confirmation I was awake and she could now converse in her more normal chatty decibels. Then stood on my head.....
Giving up I tried to focus through the early morning gloom at the clock radio. 7.55am. So not that early however, the light coming through the curtains was grey and dull.
Then I heard the wind.
Ah yes, Storm Darcy. *yay*. Another wet and windy day. I swear I am going to rust soon.
Soup is cheerfully bubbling away in the pan, the house is filling with a rather warming fragrance of cooking butternut, sweet potato and onions. The temperature gauge says it has warmed up to 2°C and there are dusty flakes of snow tossed around on the sharp breeze. It could be said it is a little chilly today...
I shall leave you with a photo from yesterday, Moss was quite damp from the rain and sleet and I made her stay in the heated greenhouse - yes I had to MAKE her stay, she wanted to play out - I just wanted us to warm up and dry out!