Rainy days

I spent the weekend in our living room alternately watching the birds hop round in the sunshine and running out to get the washing in when it started to rain.  Often, when it rains, I feel as though the weather is limiting me from all those fantastic things I would be doing otherwise: going for a run, walking to the supermarket, working in the garden. But actually, rain forces me to think about all the things I can do indoors that I often don’t get round to at the weekend: reading, writing (no arithmetic – I do enough of that in the week), knitting, cooking, watching movies and gossiping. It gives me enough time to really get stuck into things, which weekday evenings don’t offer. So here’s to rain, heartwarming soups, woolly jumpers and reading books under a blanket. It’s going to be a long, wet winter. Let’s make the most of it.