Bit of a shock this morning waking up to a heavy downpour when the forecast was for warmsunshine all weekend.
Much needed tho, and it has poured down nearly all day so now everything smells beautiful and clean.

it was nice to walk in it too - very refreshing - even if it was only across the car park at Tesco. It's a 'c' remember, not a 'g'.
I always say 'Tesgo' - does everyone else?
We had finished there by ten (sometimes LC's 6.30 starts have their advantages.
Both Ali and Stan had to be at different parties on opposite sides of town by 1.30. We arrnaged for her to have a lift both ways and I took Stan up to red Lodge for his friend's 7th birthday.

Made me realise we have probably SEVEN swimming pools in the city.
This is a great one too - just like the one we had at school.
And about that old. No carpets or vending machines. Local community notices pinned to a cork board. Pipes everywhere and those changing rooms with slatted benches, wood swollen with years of water. gentlemen and Ladies separated only by a dirty stripy curtain.
And a pool. For swimming in.
They had a few floats, but no inflatable dragons, no flumes, no jacuzzis.
Corrugated palstic on the roof that was green with age and bits of ivy poking through in the corners.
Something's shouldn't change.

He had a great time. Exhausted of course, and fell asleep in the car coming home at half four.

There is a warm glow in the house now.
Trx was inspired by the space and time this afternoon to do some baking.
Only scones, but she does do the simple things very well.
Like most men who cook, I tend to do things that are a bit more 'fancy' and overlook the fact that sometimes I can't do the basics very well. This is where we complement each other so well. even her mashed potato is scrummy!
A bottle of wine and an hour on the sofa with books, newspapers, and converstaion. All too rare these days, but it's there often enough. I could watch her talk for ages.
She's coming into blossom now, like the apple tree in the garden.
Starting to radiate that pregnanat glow that women in mid-term have and all look wonderful in. There's a shine in her hair and the freckles are coming out.
She's laughing, poking, teasing.
So much more relaxed, and I can feel it too.
We have SO made the right decision, and to be able to openly talk about how hard it is proving over the past couple of days has made an enormous difference. I have never talked to her before about the feelings, the frustrations and the fantasies that go thru my head - and so I didn't know that Iwould be encoouraged to do so.
We've got more personal about the subject over the past two weeks than we have for years. It may simply be that she is more relaxed, knowing that fairly intimate revelations will not necessarily be taken the wrong way.

Yesterday night for instance, she came upstairs naked to bring our tea and toast into the loft. It's like turning the clock back several years!

Like rain after oppressive sunshine.

Systems of romance
Echoes of pleasure
A shiver in the dark when you call my name

Endless horizons
Hopes are our empires now
Crossing all codings
Engaged in the timeless dance