Today began brightly. I pulled back the curtains and looked out on a beautifully illuminated autumnal morning. A couple of magpies and a crow were competing for the stale bread I scattered on the lawn last evening. Perhaps a sunny country walk was in order or more leaf raking.
Marmalade on toast and a big mug of tea. Familiar circle of internet visits - BBC News, Hull City News, favourite blogs, emails. Hillary Clinton seems to have aged ten years in a week now her stylists have disappeared. In my email "inbox" it comes as no surprise to discover that Premier Park Ltd have rejected my parking appeal and now I must strengthen my evidence to make my next appeal to an independent body called POPLA (Parking on Private Land Appeals).
By the time I get back upstairs for morning ablutions, the early brightness has submitted to clouds filled with Atlantic Ocean water. It is just a matter of time before the rain comes down.
A few minutes ago, sitting at the dining room table, I drew a detailed map of the "Xercise4Less" property on which the evil, law-breaking Yorkshire Pudding dared to leave "Clint" for half an hour. And as I drew and annotated, the heavens opened and gallons of rain tumbled from the November sky.
It looks horrible out there right now. No chance of a walk or any leaf raking. I need to do some shopping and I need to measure the distance between my parking space and the distant Premier Park warning sign. Perhaps a bowl of pea and ham soup is now in order with a slice of toast. Who knows? It might brighten up in half an hour.
England's weather is so fickle. You never know what you are going to get. Sometimes we talk about "four seasons in one day" and maybe this is one of those. Even as I finish this blogpost the rain is easing off and the sky is brightening once more. Soup and then "Lidl" methinks.