Today was a cold day and more rain --when is spring coming?
We took the dog to Tankerton Slopes and he jumped straight out of the car and sunk in the mud where we have had so much rain.
He then found a ball that another dog must have lost but he spat it out and shook his head so it must have tasted nasty. We left it for another dog to find.
The wind was bitter cold so we got off the sea front and walked around some of the roads where we have never walked before so we became nosy looking at some of the lovely old buildings.
One was a Retirement home but you could see it had been a School in the past even though it had been modernized a really fine old building.
We came back through roads to return to the sea front and to jump back into the car and put the heater on. The dog put muddy paw marks over his blanket.
We returned home to have a Jacket potato and beans and a hot cup of coffee.
I had changed the bed and washed the sheets so they had to be dried in the dryer I don't know my electric bill is going to be huge in all this cold weather.
I have booked another Rally so we are going to have a busy year --so much to look forward to.
I cooked a Bolognese for us for dinner but I left the meat out for myself and added more vegetables.
I had rhubarb and yogurt for sweet which was great.
Today's Poem that I have found.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: Hold on;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
