I should have been going to Longframligton today, to visit Anne in her wonderful shop, but I had an email yesterday from her husband, Mick, to say that Anne was poorly. I won't tell you in the graphic terms that Mick used what is wrong with her .... I shall simply say that she can't stray far from the bathroom! But I didn't mind too much when I saw the awful weather this morning and I was even more glad that I had stayed at home when Malcolm came back from Coldstream (the same route that I would have travelled) and said that the roads were dreadful, with a lot of flooding. This is the rain bouncing off the ice in the birdbath
Such a miserable can only mean one choice for breakfast, a warming bowl of porridge with a spoonful of homemade jam
we had scary company at the breakfast table ......
a white chocolate ghost which briefly was part of my autumn decoration on the kitchen table (he has now been eaten by Malcolm - regular readers know that I don't like white chocolate!)
it was hard to decide what to do with my unexpected day at home, but first I caught up with watching several Ricky Timms programmes, which had been lurking in my inbox. Then I spent quite a lot of time sorting out photos to have made into cards, for sale in The Reivers Moon Gallery (they have sold some of my photos - hooray).
Next, I tackled the pile of magazines next to my chair, which is threatening to topple over. But all that happened is that most of them went into a new pile, with dog-eared pages, marking things I want to look at online!
But I kept being distracted by the sparrows in the front garden, who were either sheltering from the heavy rain in the hawthorn tree
..... or thinking about havinng a bath (brrrr)
...... or tucking into the birdfood which I put out yesterday
but for every photo of the birds that turns out well, there are quite a few like this one!