I’ve been toddling around gently this morning, having been kept awake for a long time in the night by a rather splendid storm. Ro and I watched the weather forecast at 11.30 last night and the midnight forecast picture was heavy rain over most of the country, with East Angular in the thick of it. We peered out at the sky. “So, where is it?” wondered Ro. It was still dry an hour later when I went to bed, and an hour after that when I went to sleep. An hour later, however, it was quite spectactliar. I trotted downstairs to make sure rain wasn’t pouring down the walls (this sort of thing can happen in an old house) and unplugged the computer while I was there.
All is calm, all is bright this morning. Tilly is gently snoring on the sofa next to me. I am hungry, being too lazy to go and find any breakfast – the French plums and greengages are delicious at present. I have a bowl next to me that contained cherries last night, but I scoffed the lot. Tut.
Ro and I debated the advisability of paying up front, at a discount, for a year’s DVD hire. “It means I’d have to stay living here for another year if I wanted to watch the films,” he said. “After all, you’d take weeks to get around to watching one, it isn’t worth it just for you”. It seems that his mind’s been dwelling on this living at home thing. It’s hardly a time to buy, with the prospect of house prices dropping, but otherwise he has the choice between renting and saving and he likes to watch his bank balance going up.
*When I was a child and moved to Lowestoft, I found it very odd that ‘funny’ was used to give emphasis – “Do that hurt?” “That funny hurt”. I haven’t heard it for a while though, I wonder if it quietly died out?