Lumpy grey sky

7.30am, the mornings are drawing in. It’s not fully light yet and we are covered with a lumpy, porridge like, grey sky. Nothing to write home about, as the Beatles sang, all those years ago (I may be misquoting, I think it’s actually nothing to get hung about?) well it’s been a while since I heard it…

Anyway, no sound of rain, or birds, a bit of traffic in the distance and the hum of the fridge motor, the whirring click of the clock, and the rushing sound in my blocked up ear all signify a relatively quiet Sunday morning. The central heating just came on, clicking and expanding metal noises for a few seconds, then the sound of water being pumped. Oh the joys of a modern house. Blanketed under grey clouds….

Noises in the garden and the shed.

Snuffling, rushing past, got me rattled. Some sort of noise being created by a thing out in the garden. But the gates locked and the sheds shut. Bowls are rattled, things clash, is it the wind, a burglar, a rat, or a hedgehog? I guess hedgehog…. They like standing on the edges of their bowls to get at the cat food we put out for them. Not sure about the rushing past though? I think it’s the cat doing that…. Anyway we had a good walk round in the rain and the dark… Nothing dangerous seen… Maybe we’ve got badgers?…..