Flooded

Wow! What a downpour that was along with thunder and the odd flash of lightning.
Just before that I was planting flowers in the garden and generally pottering about.
Bella wouldn’t even look out of the window she was so disgusted with the weather, she lay there on her bed with a grumpy face. She prefers to be lying outside in the sun.
Talking of grumpy faces, we planned to go food shopping in the car this morning but the longer the list got the more Frank’s smile turned upside down, so I said I had a better idea. I would go into Skipton on the bus and then phone him when I was ready to be collected. Win win! That is definitely the way forward and I can take my time instead of rushing to find things when Frank is already at the checkout! 
First I went to the fruit and veg stall on the market. I’m so glad I did because the fresh veg in Morrison’s looked dire - all withered and dead looking.
We called at the garden centre on the way home for compost and I bought some geraniums and lobelia. 
Once home I phoned Sue and we chatted for ages. She is in so much pain with her hip and the Dr said he wants an MRI done. This has been going on for about 4-5 years and nothing has been done up to now.

The poem is about a dream I had last week.

135/365 
Locked Out

I dreamed I locked myself out,
it was the dead of night and 
you weren’t there to let me in.
I’d stepped outside, in my nightie
I don’t know why. 
I was holding onto the door knocker
when I lost my balance,
the door quietly clicked shut.
I didn’t know what to do but
I didn’t panic, I just sat on the step 
and looked up at the stars
and I heard an owl hooting.

Goodnight Blippers :-)X