Fed up

Ok, that's it. I've had enough of the winter and I want spring time now, please and thank you.

I want the light back, I want warm days, I want to be able to walk through the woods without trudging through mud and worrying about tree branches falling on my head. I don't want tiles blowing off the roof. I don't want a huge flooded area outside my garden gate. I don't want to sit in traffic jams caused by the weather.

It took over an hour to take Alicia to school this morning, there and back. The A61 was flooded and jammed in both directions, and the roads over the top to Oughtibridge were like waterfalls with muddy water flowing down into the valley. I felt very uncomfortable driving with the wind blowing a gale across the road. Scary stuff.

I'm worried about our old cat Biddy. She's fifteen now, and I think her eyesight is going. She couldn't see bits of ham on the kitchen floor in front of her today until I guided her to them. She can still get around the house OK, and she certainly knows when the fridge door has been opened. She seems quite happy, particularly when she's found a warm space on the bed or on top of the radiator, but it's still difficult to accept that she is ageing.

Work has been rubbish as well. I got a call yesterday telling me that the maintenance price increase schedules were due to be produced today, so I deliberately didn't make a start on a new project but they still hadn't sent me anything by five o'clock so I guess it's going to turn into yet another mad panic tomorrow. Tipping sodical.

Still, tomorrow is another day, as they say.