Dilly was taking part in a do at the village hall this morning, so Pugsley spent the morning with us. Mid-morning, we walked down to the village hall to fetch Squiffany, who had gone with her mother. On the way home a squally rainshower hit us amidships. Didn’t help that Squiffany didn’t have a coat, although at least her top had a hood, as did my jacket and Pugsley’s. At one point we huddled under a (fir, so still leafy) tree. We had to have cheesy biscuits and marshmallows to recover when we reached home, as well as put all our clothes in the tumble drier.
Very pleasant now, though. I’m sitting in an armchair by a glowing coal fire, listening to the rain and the wind. There’s always something enjoyable about hearing bad weather when you aren’t going to have to go out in it again. It’s only quarter past four, but there is an early evening feel in the air.
I understand that fewer people wear watches nowadays. I hate having to fish my phone out to see the time but I need to be aware of it as I’m usually on my way somewhere for a specific hour , so I can’t be without mine. I put it back on after bathing in the evening so that I don’t have to remember it next morning. The Sage hasn’t worn one for years, however and I gather that he’s more typical of the young, who don’t bother.
I was thinking about the way people tend to make snap assumptions about each other. It was because a blogger mentioned her cleaning woman, which gave rise to a teasing remark about how rich she must be. But of course we all have our extravagances and our cheeseparings and there may be good and specific reasons for one man’s luxury to be another’s necessity. But it can just as much be that there’s one or two things that give so much pleasure that you would hate to give them up.
Then there was the “news” that we all waste a lot of leftover liquids. I think that’s a bit silly, especially as it’s based on only asking 300 people. The vast amount of wine that we’re supposed to pour down the sink – huh? I have only occasionally thrown wine away – I remember one bottle that was undrinkable, and so nasty that it could have ruined any food it was cooked in. Otherwise, the occasional dregs, but normally a small amount would be used up in cooking. If there’s more, I drink it. Obviously.