Even in the rain ...

Today felt strangely ... unstructured. It could have been the fault of the very start of the morning, when I found myself in the shower washing my hair with conditioner, which I'd specially and with great inconvenience fetched from the drawer even as the shower was running. They should differentiate the bottles more clearly - or I should try actually reading the labels. Anyway, it meant I had to linger over my porridge to compensate for the excitement, and found myself finishing the tidying up just as it was time for elevenses. At least I Made A Plan for the afternoon.

The plan was to walk with my pal along Loch Eck side, so's we could have a proper blether. It was raining intermittently by now, but I noticed how fabulous everything looked even in rain that turned the red squirrel we saw a dark grey colour. I'm blipping the road under the big trees as we returned to the car park, because by then it was really pouring and yet we felt we were in an illuminated tunnel, but I'll add an extra of the view down Loch Eck towards an embryonic rainbow over Jubilee Point.

I'm feeling a parallel coming on: the beauty under the cloud, in the rain, like lives being led and enjoyed even as the numbers of Covid infections rise and the PM channels his inner Churchill to talk about the second World War (again) and how we're going to win this war because we always have - what a lot of balderdash that man spouts! And in the same news bulletin, the alarming picture of the President of the USA gasping for breath as he stands looking heroic but swaying slightly in a steroid-induced euphoria - I'm going to laugh, tonight, because it's the only way I can stay relatively sane.

Laugh, and keep walking in the rain.