It's been raining a lot recently over the last few days. It is intermittent but determined, if you know what I mean. I no sooner get outside to do more work on the 'Ramshackle Art Gallery' than the heavens open and down it comes.
I am getting irritated by it now. Living in this wagon is normally fine, but when waterproof clothing, welly boots and wet German Shepherds come into the equation it is not fun. I could build a covered porch onto the wagon, where I could leave wet clothing and the wet dog I suppose, but it would not look right. I am having to think about it though.
Last evening I felt so damp and miserable that I lit the fire to try and cheer myself up. Guess what? It didn't want to light. It was just too damp, and I suspect the chimney needs sweeping. I showed you the lovely old stove in a post some time ago. It does look good and if it is not too cold it is quite effective, but I am tempted to buy one of the new generation of wood stoves, because they are very good. Easy to keep ticking over during the night.
I am still fit and healthy, apart from my bad toe. I'm a martyr to it you know. I am well able to deal with the hardships of this simple life, but it seems silly to suffer, if there are things to help make life easier. I shall have to earn some money first though, even though I have just received a letter from the bank raising my credit limit.
"Hooray, I'm rich!" I shouted to Tricia and George when I opened the letter. They both exchanged knowing looks. "No, don't worry," I assured them, "I will make a fortune from my book and pay it straight back." They exchanged knowing looks again. "I shall sell a painting," I went on. They exchanged knowing looks once more. I could have gone on explaining how I would easily pay off my credit card, but I was a bit worried that the two of them would run out of knowing looks completely.
I am hopeless with money. I think to myself, if the bank want to lend me money, who am I to disappoint them? I tend to worry about minor details such as paying it back, when it is too late, and the damage has been done. Will I ever learn? Probably not. I am too old to change now. At least that is my excuse and I'm sticking to it. I always think something will turn up, or my favourite thought, 'the Lord will provide'. So far, something has always turned up, or the Lord has provided. I suppose though, there will come a day when reality will strike.
In the meantime though, hey ho, and on we go. I only have one life, and I am fed up with spending it wet and miserable. I heard on the weather forecast that tomorrow is going to be bright and sunny.
Now then where did I put that credit card?