Wet and grey...

... It was so dark in the house this morning that at 10am I had the light on in order to write a list. August eh? 

There were very few bees in the garden today, one or two sat, soggily, under flowers. The bee equivalent of, 'I'll just pop into this cafe for a hot chocolate until it passes over'. 

I should be packing. 
I'm off for a (kind of working) weekend and leaving Himself home alone for (no doubt) a rugby fest. 

I would be packing, if only I could absolutely nail what to pack. 
I so often always find myself a rabbit in headlights with this kind of thing. (Raincoat, sunglasses, wellies (? there will be grass) walking boots (there is likely to be a walk), sandals (?) a sun hat, a rain hat, a jumper and two scarves, one linen, one warm. (Or, just a nice 'frock' ?? Ah, that elusive 'travel dress', which covers every social eventuality and 'dresses up or down'. Who has EVER found one of those?). 
In other words a conglomoration of uncoordinated clothing, whilst  leaving in the wardrobe every smart and matching item I own (and rarely wear). I know I shall be uncomfortable and shall have taken the wrong things. (Someone has to carry the Pigpen torch at these events?). 

I'm definitely taking wine. Oh, and note to self, since Covid, my own drinking vessels (tea bags, tea towel... ).

Soon be home.
Izzit worth it?  

I'll report back. 

Happy Friday one and all :-)