Blues and Greys

A bright and breezy morning, but the temperature only crawled up to about 7 degrees centigrade. However, the Northerly wind has made it feel much, much colder. The sort of cold that reminds you of the existence of hat, scarf and gloves.









The morning was spent preparing for children's clubs and making invitations for the next afternoon Tea Service on November 8th (blatant plug).
The washing was out where washing should be, line dancing in the breeze. I decided that as it was such good drying weather, that I would wash the bathroom mats. Being rubber backed they take ages to dry, unless there is a suitable wind to aid their drying.

They were duly hung out and I carried on with my preparation. About ten minutes later I looked out across from my vantage point at the kitchen table, and I noticed something falling from the sky.
"Is that dust or fine rain?" 
"Where?" enquired DH.
"Look at the trees. Something is falling, but the ground isn't getting wet."
We decided that it was very, very fine rain, but we weren't entirely sure.
I checked the app on my phone. Rain was forecast. Rats.
Dilemma. I could bring in the washing and dry it indoors, or leave it outside and gamble that the wind would dry the washing faster than the rain could make it wet.
The clouds were scudding across the sky as if pursued by a horde of frantic bargain hunters.
I gambled and left the washing outside.
Ten minutes later a mini deluge occured.
Great!

Around 5pm I cut my losses and went to fetch the washing in. I picked up the wash basket from the chair on the patio where I had abandoned it. I swung the basket in an arc to remove any water that may have accumulated, but instead of flowing in a smooth trajectory across the lawn, the rainwater deposited itself all over me. I quickly attempted to shake the water off before it had time to soak in, but I was too late. I could feel the icy coldness of the water reaching my skin. From his vantage point, behind the kitchen window, DH watched on with bemused amusement. Cheers dear!

The washing that was dry was hung inside the airing cupboard. The rest was draped artistically over an airer in the spare room, to receive the gentle ministrations of the dehumidifier  - which was DH's surprise Christmas present to me about five years ago. It was an unexpected gift, but it has proved to be a very practical present and I do not restrict its use to the drying of my clothes only. It is good to share...