Weather

Since my dad passed, I call my mum every day. She’s in Germany and I’m in the UK. Inevitably - as both our days are never that exciting - we end up talking about the weather.
Today I could not tell her what the weather had been like. Dark when I left ... dark when I returned ... the in between bit spent in a lit classroom. The day and weather passed me by.

It makes me feel incredibly sad . And reminds me why I really do not like January .

Ps: because I know you are dying to ask .... it was sunny in Germany this morning but later clouded over ;-)