Last evening, not long after the news announcement of the birth of a royal baby and heir to the throne, thunder and lightning commenced, and soon after, rain.
The Midlands have had rain off and on all night. I was awakened a few times by the noise, but of course I love the sound of rain, especially in this parched land.
Today’s weather: torrential rain, with periods of sunshine in between; a high of 77 today, with an overnight low of 53. The sun rose at 5.20 this morning, and sets at 9.15 tonight.
Last evening, walking ’round to the pub at a few minutes after 8, I was delighted to hear the sound of change-ringing from the tower of Worcester Cathedral. The rehearsal went on for an hour. Three weeks ago, K decided he didn’t like the bells, but I love them and their peculiarly English sound.
At least one local church greeted the royal birth with a wild peal of its lone bell.
I am hopeful for a summons to Kensington Palace to greet the new royal baby in person.
Since arising (after 9!), I’ve made homemade biscuits which I ate with homemade peach jam, dusted the entire house, swept the entire house, taken out two loads of trash, changed the summer hats to fall/winter hats (entailing multiple trips up & down stairs), moved two huge arms-ful of silk shirts to the basement and brought up winter clothing and suits and such, finished two loads of laundry, planted mums in the yard and planters, watered the porch plants, played with the dog, talked to Ken on the iPhone, cleaned both bathrooms, scoured and bleached the kitchen sink, and planned dinner.
And it’s not yet 1 p.m.
I LOVE Saturdays!
The rest of the day includes a quick trip to a store to buy a coffee-maker, since my mine died this morning; a visit to Glen & Tim at their new home; a trip to Goodwill to drop off clothing and some old summer hats; more housework; listening to an opera while I iron dress shirts; and Brighton Beach Memoirs at the Rep at 9 p.m. tonight….