I am on strike and the camera has not come out today at all so there will be no guest picture, no FBotD, no gloomy fungus, nothing.
The temperature was an eerily unseasonable 10° C, the wind was fierce and the sky so grey that drawing the curtains in the morning hardly made any difference to the light indoors at all.
The birds were on strike too and there was scarcely a single feather to be seen.
When Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing in church, I spent half an hour in the garage staring at the wall and pedalling nowhere gently and then retired for a bath.
In the afternoon, fired up again by a second helping of Mrs Tootlepedal’s hot parsnip soup, we drove to Carlisle and had a thoroughly enjoyable time at our choir practice there. Our conductor is taking our forthcoming competitions extremely seriously and worked us very hard, polishing tiny details until they shone. Spending five minutes on a succession of three chords might sound like too much of a good thing but when it is done with an enormous sense of fun at the challenge and joy at getting better each time, then it all feels very worthwhile. I hope that we do him justice when the time comes.
I have just looked at the forecast for the week ahead and in the whole week, there are only two hours marked when the sun may appear for a while and every day offers more or less rain. On top of that, the wind is forecast to have maximum speeds of between 40 and 60mph every single day.
I don’t usually mind the winter at all but I was very depressed by the weather this morning. However, the static cycling and the singing have cheered me up a lot and I hope to find at least a moment to take a picture or two next week in spite of the wind and rain.
I am off to have another pedal on the bike to nowhere.