In Somerset this morning I woke to a pink sky. For the first time in weeks the wind and rain had stopped battering us, leaves could stop swirling around in never ending circles on the lawn. Squirrels could collect and bury their nuts without their tails slapping their faces as they did so.
The sun is now streaming through the windows to remind me of the things I need to do, or didn’t do as well as I thought. I refer to this type of light, the sort that comes in low and shows up every speck of dust and glass streak it can find, as ” Dirty Sun”
Grunts and rumbles can be heard from overhead, a tap runs a cistern noisily empties.The Husband wanders down stairs fresh from sleep, scratching his head and looking about the room with a bemused squinting smile on his face.
I get it in first ” Can you see what this dirty sun has done to the table and windows?” without stopping for breath… ” How very dare it leave such a mess.
Lets just close the curtains again then we don’t have to look, what do you say?”
He smiled and replied, “Makes sense to me”.
Such a considerate man. * sighs*
I then go back to writing while the cups clink in the kitchen and his voice full of laughter said “Tea”.
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