Oh I'm fed-up today! I don't think I realised until I became a mother how much the weather affects me. And all this rain this summer is getting me down. Olive is like me, she likes to be outside as much as possible and this rainy summer makes us feel cooped up, cranky and irritable. Our Victorian house is complaining too, one of the sash windows is letting in water, our ground floor kitchen feels a bit damp and gloomy today and I noticed this morning that the brickwork really does need re-pointing. We can't even bring a teensy weensy bit of the outside in by throwing the patio doors wide open because of the sheets of rain pelting down from the skies. Every time I open all the windows it starts to chuck it down and I have to rush around, slamming them shut. I feel hemmed in, not helped by the mounds of damp washing draped on maidens in every room instead of flapping on the line outside. Ugh. I'm restless. I wish we hadn't booked our summer hols so early in the season, and I wish we'd had two weeks on a sunny beach somewhere instead of rain, rain and more rain.
What else is bugging me? All the depressing news - the Guardian today was full of misery. The war in Georgia, increasing inflation, the cost of food, predictions of rising unemployment and how bees are dying all over the world. So much unstability and heartache for so many people.
Added to this M had a bad day at work yesterday with stocks in freefall. City life is so precarious at the moment, despite months of this no-one knows yet how low it's going to go and whose jobs are going to be cut in the process.
I'll feel better tomorrow, today I'm just having a mope.
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I do know, at least it's like the clouds you know they'll pass. I know that can sound trite though. it's like when you feel soo soooo lousey when you have the flu - sure there's someone who has a much worse affliction, disease even, but it doesn't make you feel better at that particular moment.
This time last year we were in the Dordogne for two weeks. It rained for 11 out of our 14 days. It rained so much that the bottom of the garden of our damp, soggy, smelly villa was literally submerged (knee deep) and the lawn at the top of the hill that wasn't submerged became home to literally hundreds of massive orange slugs. It was the biggest waste of money on a holiday ever. Even worse than the time I was bedridden for a week in Langkawi. At least there it was sunny.
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