Saturday was dreich. No other word for it. A combination of any four out of these six adjectives, the Urban Dictionary says, constitutes dreich: dull, overcast, drizzly, cold, misty, miserable. We had all six. In a way it seemed appropriate, given the unfolding world events: we read, we sat silent together, we sent thoughts ... In other corners of our day, there was:
- a wrestling match with a heavy cotton bedspread as I tried to hump it a foot at a time over the ironing board. I finally won by pinning it flat on the carpet and flattening it into submission from there.
- a fruitless online order attempt: yes, my password is correct and no, I don't want to subscribe to your newsletter, and listen up, Google Cookie Message, I've clicked Got it umpteen times by now so will you please stop cluttering up my screen.
- a damp and quiet tramp through the woods ...
Sunday? A brighter start. It was ...
- a hot strong tea drinking kind of a day - tea that a mouse could trot over (as my Granny used to say) in china made from the earth in the land of my birth
- a giggling and recalling time - thanks to a lovely book gift from our recent visitors - of expressions from my childhood. We concluded we were quare n'tired from that dose that's goin' around, and that the wheaten bread had good atein' in it.
- a trying not to fall over backwards afternoon when Himself announced he was going to clear out twenty years' worth of stuff from 'his' drawer in the big chest
- a responding to a special request from the Littlies for more Mr. Men books. In the interests of gender equality, there was a purchasing of an equal number of Little Miss volumes and a struggling best to find at least some positive female role models. I am afraid Little Miss Scatterbrain didn't make the cut, though I think there is some mileage in Little Miss Scary.
Which brings me to Me on Monday, sneaking into the bottom corner of Sunday, and joining in with the inspirational Sian over at From High In the Sky; along with an early morning realisation that I had completely missed stir-up Sunday and the Christmas pudding making and that some recipe-perusing before work was in order ... Wishing you all a very fruitful week, and looking forward to catching up with all the Me-on-Mondayers across the globe :).
(Edited on Tuesday to add: I was a week ahead of myself. No, I haven't missed Stir Up Sunday. It's the 22nd. Doh!).