Wet feet, warm stove, and some timely advice |
The rain has been so dreadfully constant over this past while that everyone’s mood has been affected.
It was mid-term this week and our house was a dark and damp, joyless den; every time the children went outside, they trailed mud and water in, and the dog has shaken his smelly fur around the food so much that we don’t notice any more.
The car’s so filthy there’s no point washing it; just wipe the number plate clean once in a while.
It doesn’t drive properly anyway, so violently has it been rammed into potholes.
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We had contemplated an overnight to Donegal but I worried that this heartless weather could put the children off the place forever.
A walk in the rainy forest is no longer an adventure to look forward to; no joyful splashing about in the puddles like a scene from a children’s TV show.
I come home from the shop and nobody even looks up from their devices. Listless and........