Mood Matches Weather

Oh dear, what a gloomy day. Half of me really was wishing I was at the Mercian Gathering, even though I had regular telephone updates that it was soggy, muddy and thoroughly foul. I can have fun in the rain. The other half of me was champing at the bit to get things organised for the wedding and everything seemed to be going in slow motion, which was humungously frustrating.

I hate the first day back after Kim has been away. He's always too tired to do anything and is inevitably vocal about it. Last Saturday, after I had done a long week, I got home, sorted out the wedding guest list and then spent the Saturday going around sorting out the florist, reception venue, etc. And I'm supposed to be the unfit, knackered out old wreck.

To add insult to injury, Kim went out to buy some potatoes for dinner tonight and purchased some food fr Mr Cat while he was out. He brought home DOG food, for goodness sake. He reckoned he was too tired to discern the difference - I think it was just a way of passively-aggressively protesting that he'd had to get up and do something (even if it was a quick ten minute trip to the shops). I now know, for certain, that cats can look contemptuous.

I had woken full of anticipation at making my dress and having a busy day - as it turned out I got a call from one of the Pixie Tailor seamstresses, who lives quite close and she said she could do my dress for me; I accepted. I'm not sure if I have done the right thing - it would have been a huge pressure to do it myself, though I know I could have - half of me is relieved and the other half of me feels like I have cheated myself and the unexpected leisure isn't good.

The highlight of the day was a chat with my friend M all about the disasters at the Mercian Gathering. I feel so sorry for all the people who got sodden, muddy and bogged down in the site, but I also feel terribly sorry for the organisers, who spent so much time and effort putting the Gathering together, just to get rained off. It seems many have packed up and headed home, and you can't blame people, but it is such a shame. M was worrying that everyone had got home safely - in true caring style - and there's only one who hasn't let us know she's back safely yet - hopefully that's because she's soaking on a long, hot, bubbly bath and sipping something fortifying.

Let's hope tomorrow is a better day, and not just the weather!