Being the first day of June, and having followed the advice of our forefathers, I had avoided casting oot my cloot until May was oot, this morning I threw oot my cloot!
It is freezing here.
The freezing cold east wind, referred to as 'cool' by the weather people, comes in my window and leaves me wrapped up in my cloot, which os no longer oot. The electric heater under my feet came in, the washing came on, all this to heat the place in the Spring weather. By the time lunch was prepared I was too hot!
Indeed, it had become so warm I was able to dry the washed sheets remarkably quickly. Now they are dry the place is freezing again as I have had the windows open and the east wind has returned. For those in the Atlantic Isles the idea of half the land having record warmth, and the others bathed in mist and dreichness, as happened yesterday, is common enough. Those dwelling where the sun rises and sets, Spring brings warmth, wee flowers, singing birds and smiles, this makes no sense. Spring is the time of year when a variety of seasons can arrive at the door hour by hour. One moment the heating is on, the next we think we are in the Med! At the moment, I am just south of Greenland.
June! Half way through the year and I still have not full-filled my potential.
