Wales is again on a flood alert for this weekend and the weather has again closed in on the village, making it seem deserted, lonely and rather miserable.
I have no farting anecdotes, animal poo stories and eccentric village character tales to share today...it is the day I will be cleaning the cottage before our friend Nigel arrives and it is the day that I will run the duster and the dyson around the church
Even the dogs do not want to leave the warmth of the kitchen sofa
This piece of music, is perhaps Brahms's at his most lyrical and melancholic.....
It sums up this kind of grey day perfectly