Heavy, though brief, rain and equally unenthusiastic thunderstorms broke the heat after a week, and we could again sleep under a light duvet rather than on top of it. But still the painting was out of the question. The rain was totally random and the weather forecasts did nothing beyond telling us that the rain would be totally random. Wet paint and rain don't mix, either. Grace continues with her sewing, and I'm left feeling cheated, and more loose-endy than ever. I'm trying to get on with writing the book, but it's reluctant in the heat. And in the rain. I considered offering to help with the sewing, watched one very long YouTube video about making curtains, and went for a walk.
Needless to say, it rained on me.
Lindsey Anne set out to Oxford today, and our wide views of the marina pond have been returned to us. I don't know if they studied the weather forecast, but it says it'll rain. Randomly.
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Oh Roger, you have my sympathy. If you see my recent post, you'll understand. We've been having the oddest sub=tropical weather here and I share your frustration over the rain storms. I hope for us both that we get some nice grey, dry days soon :)
ReplyDeleteI don't do grey, but dry and simply warm would be good here.
ReplyDeleteI don't like grey days either as a rule, but when painting, they're ideal. Sun and paint on steel don't mix very well, I've found, but then rain and paint doesn't either...haha.
ReplyDeleteAh yes! Grey for painting is perfect. Silly me :-D
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