A life in the day ...

Today is either full or just slid past, depending on how I'm feeling in the moment. I realise this now it's over and I have that silly rush to sort dates for the past three entries that all seemed to be a date further on than they were. For a start, it kept raining, sometimes torrentially, so that instead of going out as intended I was hanging out of the window filming it, complete with sound. Or, as here, hanging out of the usual window taking this photo of a perfect rainbow over the Firth; two minutes later only the second quarter on the left remained, but intensified in colour - and then it vanished again as the next rain arrived. 

A good chunk of the morning was occupied in talking to people, catching up with Di because we seem to meet these days only when we're busy doing something else (such as that safeguarding meeting), phoning my #1 son for another catch-up; phoning my #2 daughter-in-law in order to catch my granddaughter who's at last finished her Advanced Higher exams and had a few minutes to talk. (She's amazingly disciplined about switching off her phone while she's swotting). My cousin sent me a link to the recent discussion about how it might now be considered acceptable to say "Mischievous" with four syllables - I'd heard the beginning of a conversation about that on the radio the other day but had no time to listen. And I had a laugh at the responses to an outstandingly illiterate paragraph* at the start of what was actually a really good story in the local paper, which is prone to syntactical gaffes as well as the more ordinary spelling mistakes. And in the midst of all that I stewed some rhubarb - it seems nice, though I prefer the pink forced stuff; this is a healthy deep red instead. 

Eventually, after some research into short stories online (I was looking for one I used to teach) we decided that it might be sensible to combine a quick rehearsal for tomorrow's communion piece with a short walk , and traipsed up the hill to the church, Himself with his music and his organ shoes in a rucksack. The hill to the church seemed steeper than ever and threatened to bring on another attack of intercostal spasm, one such having suddenly seized me this morning for some reason. We sang, he played a bit, we came home again.

By then I was hungry; we had dinner and did the usual sagging in front of the telly, though I missed all the News by falling asleep. 

As usual.

*I posted a photo of the paragraph on social media. Couldn't resist it ...