Snug
No one would ever
accuse me of being a domestic goddess.
I’m the first to admit
I have better things to do than dust, sort, clean and wash. Like sitting on the sofa doing crochet
or reading a good book. Things I
actually enjoy.
Every now and then
though I get the urge to clean, sort and wash. I like to throw open the windows, crank up the tunes and get
stuck into it. On Friday when I left work, it was chilly but clear skies. I was revved up for a weekend chucking
stuff out, filling the house with fresh air and finally being able to see the
top of my desk.
But conditions needed
to be right.
Rain of any sort kills
the urge, dead. Torrential rain
just makes me want to hibernate like a bear, tucked into my warm, dry pit. Eating beans from a tin while wearing
baggy tracksuit bottoms and wearing Uggs.
Only going outside to get more wood for the fire.
I have been eating
things other than beans, but the clothing of choice has involved sheepskin
boots and I have been tucked up on the sofa. The cats have been happy with this arrangement also.
If I didn’t have to
get up and go photograph an event tonight I think I would stay in bed. It’s warm here. It’s dry here and I can listen to the
sound of the falling rain in the comfort of knowing it isn’t going to get me.
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| Flower in my garden with fly and raindrops |
The rapid pitter
patter that ebbs and flows. The tin
roof amplifying the sound of every droplet that lands on it. Watching the sky’s teardrops chase each
other down the window to the ground.
I like these things
from the inside when tucked up snug as a bug in a toasty cocoon.
