Not quite as miserable as I was yesterday...not much point really when you think about it...a waste of time and energy that could be channelled into being bright and smiley...yuck!
Anyway the sun came out, rather reluctantly, you gained the impression it'd have much rather stayed behind the clouds but felt it ought to show willing seeing as how we are in the middle of May and the longest day is next month and then it'll be Christmas...which has served as a timely reminder that I need to empty the chest in which we keep the Christmas decorations...because the chest is needed to store the extra bedding we don't need during the summer months and there's nowhere else to put it...
Oddly enough, since being kept in a drug induced coma last year I've not suffered from one single nightmare...and they'd plagued me since childhood...but I do dream and it's invariably about moving house. Though the subject matter could be construed as a nightmare when you think about it...
And the dream always begins the same way...me kneeling on the floor hurling the contents out of the two big chests we have...as I'm throwing glittery baubles to one side Himself is gathering them all up and putting them back and I know...in the dream...that there isn't much time and we need to get it done...
Weird...but at least I no longer wake up in a cold sweat which I used to do with the nightmares...
We bought one chest at the car boot sale years ago...I think it may have held loose tea because it's lined throughout in lead sheet and has a lovely patina from frequent applications of beeswax and elbow grease...the other one was given to us, it's stripped pine and was once riddled with wood worm...before I decamped into the sitting room and began using the settee as my bed I had the tea chest as a bedside table...albeit an extra large bedside table. The pine chest is squashed into the bedroom as well and is stuffed full of useful things...none of which are useful at this moment, but they might be.
I haven't looked under the bed for months...far too scary and I know without looking that's there's precious little room for anything else to be forced under it...this is one of the reasons I talk vaguely about having a cleaning lady and don't do much about actually looking for one...could always put a strip of police tape across the bedroom door I suppose...crime scene...do not enter.
Himself has started the supper...I have the rest of the pizza...which was delicious...and he has a chicken and leek pie. Then strawberry ice-cream and tinned peaches for pudding...did you know that tinned fruit goes towards your 'five a day'...I didn't until I read the label.