Our Motorhome.
Another goodnights sleep now this is getting better as i feel so much better.
It was very wet today and so just kept watching the rain dribble down the window.
That reminds me of ray's poem
DRIBBLES.
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When early morning cold damp mist lends itself to rain.
We watch its tortured journey dribble down our window pane.
Should the noonday sun poke out its face
to warm this patterened pane
It will turn it all to steam
and drive away the rain.
The sun moves on to evening breeze
drawing moisture from land and sea`s
To start its journey once again
to bring us mist and tomorrows rain.
July 91
Bless that so described this morning.
When the rain stopped we took Louis for a walk and it was so wet underfoot but it wasnt cold --just nice-- so I said we could wash the Motor Home when we got back.
Ray agreed and so we got the brush's and he filled the bucket up with water and low and behold it started to pour hard again but we didnt stop and finished the job but we were as wet as the M/Home when we finished.
I laughed and said " Oh well another memory laid."
We got home and had Lunch of Pork pie and tomato's and then watched the dinnertime news.
After an afternoon of watching telly I cooked a dinner of Chicken Curry and we finished Ray's cake all gone now.
Im really feeling well and things are tasting better even the Cream Soda that we bought now tastes normal to me and not metallic.
A good day today.
