Today is a grey day here in Nottingham. It started off so promisingly this morning as Hairy was leaving – warm living room, hazy lavender sky and a giant mug of coffee. By the time I was out of the house, the world had drawn in on itself. Everyone’s hurrying, hoods up and hands in pockets.
I suppose it is a bit premature to be dreaming of spring, but yesterday I saw my first snowdrops of the year, and my first crocuses in flower. But just as when I was a child, it was one of those days that promises spring and no more need of coats, but turns the next day to rain and foggy breath again.
I like the rain. I like the sound of it against the window, particularly when I don’t need to be out in it! Sadly I have to work today, and it’s one of those days where nothing exactly goes wrong, but it doesn’t exactly go right either.
Heather came out of her cage to say hello, but peed on the carpet and wouldn’t come downstairs. In typical fashion, I injured myself in a variety of minor ways over the weekend and kept knocking every single one this morning while I was trying to play my computer game.
The one promise that a grey day brings is that hopefully work will be quiet and I don’t have to spend my day rushing around.
How do you spend grey days? And how do you get out of the funk that they bring?