Pitter patter, rain on steel,
Irregular pattern, reflects how I feel.
Heavy and stormy, or gentle and slow,
Rocking the boat, to and fro:
Look out the window, no sun in the sky,
Just thick black clouds passing us by.
Cold and windy, dark and grey
I wish this rain would go away!
It looks like it’s going to be one of those days where we dodge the rain when doing what we must!
Last night we had some of the heaviest rain we’ve had for a while, and it continued for over 6 hours. The radar picture before we went to bed showed the UK disguised as a massive green splodge of various hues with occasional spots of yellow.
We were under there somewhere!
Hubby was up before 6 this morning, and as it wasn’t raining, he took Maggie for the first wee.
By the time he got back, I was ready to go and have a shower, as if I time it right, the cleaner has been in and everything is nice and fresh, just how I like it.
The sky was deciding whether or not to rain on me when I came out and walked back to the boat. It dithered a little too long so I was under cover before the rain hit.
Hubby had the pontoon hose unraveled and was filling our water tank (also under cover), so I got breakfast. It was only a short burst, so he managed to get everything back in place before the next one.
Rain is forecast on and off all day with a chance of thunder. That’s not good, as Maggie will be unsettled and getting her out will be more of a battle than a challenge.
She doesn’t like getting wet at the best of times and understands exactly what it means when we get her little jacket out.
Around 9am, it’s time for her second outing, so the squeaking starts as a subtle (not) reminder. In the house she used to herd us towards the front door.
Luckily, we haven’t got a lot on today, just a letter to post, prescription to fill and walking the dog. The wind is picking up though and the marina surface is quite choppy, so we’re being bounced around a bit. We seem to sway more on this side of the finger, so we’ll be glad to get back to our assigned mooring once our neighbours have sorted themselves out. It appears to be hard going, as we are four days on and they’re still moving stuff out of one boat into the other.
Bits and bobs done by midday, we have all kept dry. I even managed a short walk back from town with her ladyship, so we should be OK now until around 4pm.
It’s Mum’s birthday towards the end of the month, so we’ll be planning a trip down to see her beforehand.
Hers is either the blue butterfly or the double flowers on the right in the second photo.
I can’t decide. Which do you prefer?