And it’s a cold one!
The wind is fierce, nearly blowing me off my feet this morning on our walk, but it’s dry and if you can keep out of the wind, actually quite mild.
Temperatures plummeted around 4.30 this morning, waking Hubby up in the process.
Old volcano chops here was sweating profusely and had thrown the covers off on my side, but Hubby was cocooned in the duvet, so I hadn’t inadvertently stripped him sotospeak.
He got up to get himself a drink and checked the thermostat, which showed 14º C (57.2 F), so he flicked the heating on. Meanwhile, Ms Vesuvius rolled over and went back to sleep.
The extreme changes in weather one day to the next is confusing. Rain is forecast later and until the early hours, so getting out for walks is going to be hit and miss. Not that it would be a problem really as we have our yellows which keep out the wind as well as the rain. If necessary, we have the leggings to match so can do our banana split impression walking up the road. People laughed at us when we were on the boat, but although our faces might have been chilled, the rest of us was warm and dry. Maggie had her own little jacket with a black waterproof pop-on that Hubby had made which you can make out in the left picture. It lasted well, and when we moved here, she had another pop over in her yellow jacket upon which we had stencilled DEAF and later ANXIOUS when her peripheral vision started to fail.
Lunch today is toad in the hole. The last one I remember making was in the bungalow when we had an Italian student staying with us and he wasn’t too keen. When he saw what it was he laughed, and announced it was ‘no frog’, and wanted seconds. Happy days.