Yesterday the sun came out properly quite early in the afternoon. We started to consider going out for a walk, to catch some vitamin D in the suns’s rays and so on. Eventually, around two hours later Phil had finally finished his “few odds and ends” and we were ready to set off. There was a bit of cloud building up but still enough sunshine and blue sky to be promising. So off we went, up the hill towards Dobcross.
Halfway up the hill we had a few spots of rain. By the time we reached the top of the hill it was a bit drizzly. However there was still enough sunshine to reward us with a fine rainbow.
It didn’t last very long. They rarely do. But on the return leg of our walk we saw another one. No pots of gold but plenty of colour.
After that the rain set in properly, never a really heavy downpour, just a steady fine drizzle, rather like walking through a dense cloud. Very good at making you wet and soggy. It’s a good job we wore our waterproofs! I am left wondering where all the water is coming from. Someone I stopped to talk to this morning reckons we have had only 4 completely dry days since Christmas. I think she exaggerates but even so I feel we have had more than our fair share of wetness.
Today is fine and crisp and cold. Amazingly, it is forecast to remain so for the next few days. Fingers crossed! I have even hung some washing on the line to dry in the garden. Fingers crossed again!
Out in the wider world, former defence secretary and education secretary Gavin Williamson has been awarded a knighthood. One rather wonders why! Here’s Michael Rosen commenting again:
“Step forward all those knights of the realm who today feel that the acknowledgement of their worth has been enhanced by the elevation of Gavin Williamson to their level of honour.”
How many knights of the realm does Mr Johnson need to defend his honour? Watch out for the creation of a round table!
I notice that Sainsbury’s has decided to change the name of its Chicken Kiev to Chicken Kyiv and, like Waitrose, Aldi and Morrisons, will no longer stock Russian-made vodka. Even Marks and Spence are under pressure to change the name of Chicken Kiev. All this renaming won’t provide shelter for people trying to escape the bombs but presumably it’s meant to impress someone. It”s an international thing too. In Italy, the newspaper La Repubblica announces that the cocktail Russian Mule is to be renamed Kiev Mule.
It’s interesting that Italy still keeps the old spelling of Kiev. It seems to be a singularly British thing to decide to call foreign cities by their own-language names: Beijing, Kolkata, Mumbai. Oddly enough we do not speak about Roma or Sevilla and neither do we ask other countries to talk about London instead of Londres or Londra! Curious.
Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!
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