And the sun shines...

The Nativity of Mary, Mother of Jesus.  Tuesday 8th September, 2020

I am travelling to Rugby on Thursday. I am off to see my sick brother, I hope. Friends have kindly lent me their house...and dog and chickens. I will be alone and that I find deeply attractive. I love people and need and enjoy them but I need aloneness and silence also. It is a wonderful opportunity.

The sudden spike in infections of Covid has gotten everyone speculating as to what the politicians will do. The Scientists, the medics, the pundits, the busy bodies, the Councillors, the public, the everyone who has a voice, a blog, a Facebook page is adding more fuel to the fire of gossip, prognostication and fear. Parts of Glasgow are now locking down...and Glasgow is in Scotland and the first Minister of Scotland sounds a little as if she is going to rain on our new found freedoms! I do not live that far from Glasgow!

My amusement at the thought of closing the border between Scotland and England looks more like a possibility so I shall leave a day early...I have a cunning plan which I shall not reveal lest the enforcers and all the collaborationists and doom and gloom merchants try to upset my preparations for departure. Already I have had verbal face to faces and been called a selfish risk taker, a thoughtless spreader of death and simply plainly stupid.

The sun shone all day. I decided to change my bedding and launder the sheet and pillow cases. Three loads of washing were passed through the machine and hung out to dry. I felt very self satisfied and efficient. I would leave behind a clean bill of fare! Using the sun and a mild breeze I hung the laundry on my washing line at midday. I felt it at 4pm and satisfied it was drying well and that the sun was still shining I went to read a book. I was engrossed. At 6pm I became aware that the sun had gone and that it was raining. My dried washing was now wet. I recalled the phrase about someone raining on the parade. Did Ms Sturgeon do it to remind me of needing to be cautious?

I also recalled my Mother's comment ' if you want God to laugh tell him your plans '. How apposite that I should recall her so vividly on this feast day. How marvellous that her two surviving sons will be meeting soon. How typical that someone is wanting to rain on my parade. It is a wonderful ever unexpected world!