Alright, then

Monday January 7, 2008

We stayed home yesterday in the interest of cosseting our colds. Mine had gone by bed time and Graham slept away the last of his overnight.  Today we woke to a sunny world.

“Looks good enough for a bit of a walk,” Graham said.

“Won’t last.”

“Misery guts.”

“Fungus face.”

I was right, though. The sky clouded over and now it’s dark enough to warrant a touch of artificial light indoors to dispel the gloom. Outside the rain is sheeting across the road as the wind squalls around the houses.

“You were right,” Graham said just now.

“I shall not gloat.”

“Why ever not? You do a darned good gloat. Shame to waste the opportunity for a gloat.”

“Oh. Alright, then.”