Wet in Wales

I am in the middle of Wales, trying to stop shivering for long enough to tell you all about the Queen, some chairs and a clarinet.

I am also wet, from having just ventured outside in a rainstorm of biblical proportions to check on new guttering and old ladies – all of whom are fine – and am, as we speak, just beginning to get ever-so-slightly worried about the wind that is battering the floor-to-ceiling window besides which I am sitting.

And so, not being insane, I am going to go downstairs now and sit by the roaring fire that is heating up everything within two feet of it.

I will write this week’s blog when I get back to tropical, balmy, sun-kissed England. Or, failing that, tomorrow.

Until then, I hope that those of you in the sunshine will take a moment or two to contemplate the fact that ultraviolet rays are very bad for you, whereas rain is good for the skin.  So, if you would like to change places for awhile, I will, out of the goodness of my heart, consider it.

Not Leo Tolstoy (aka Eileen Riley)

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8 Responses to Wet in Wales

  1. Cousin Margie says:

    Stay warm.

  2. Meg Wagner says:

    I would gladly exchange some of our Texas weather for that!

  3. roxana norris says:

    We are sticking with the UV since we going to die of something someday so we might as well enjoy ourselves whilst we are here. Posted from sunny Barcelona.

    By the way- watched Rafa play at the Barcelona Open on Saturday

  4. Harper Faulkner says:

    Loved this: “And so, not being insane, I am going to go downstairs now and sit by the roaring fire that is heating up everything within two feet of it.” True and funny. All joy in staying warm and dry. HF

  5. Eileen Riley says:

    Thanks Harper. Although, i suspect trying to stay warm is not a problem for you. The sun actually came out for a little while today. It was amazing how happy it made everyone. Perhaps we were all so pleased because we knew it wouldn’t last. And it didn’t.

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