After only four days of brilliant sunshine, to wake up this morning to grey skies was quite the shock.
Don’t get me wrong, my Mt Elizabeth looked absolutely stunning with the darker backdrop today but it seemed so odd after only a short time not to have the blue skies. Of course with the cloud cover it was just as warm (if not warmer) but it all seemed different for a reason I can’t explain.
I had been seriously considering giving myself a day in bed as all my patients were either back at school or work but when I heard the weather report saying that later in the week the temperatures were dropping, combining with rain or snow I jumped out of bed, grabbed the “to-do” list and headed downtown. I’d rather do a dozen things quickly under the shelter of grey skies then a dozen things slowly as I skid and slide in slush. They don’t warn you about this?
This was me before Christmas, attempting to push my trolley of groceries to the car. I’ve since learnt it’s easier to struggle with everything hanging off my arms then it is attempting to push a trolley across the slush. It’s the little things in life we take for granted isn’t it?!
So… they say there’s more snow up in them there mountains… “mum, how much longer?”