Today awoke to …
Today awoke to a rare enough combination: a perfect replication of high class November windstorm, complete with the roughage of rain. The noisy, clattering variety. In March. Precisely March 28th. Pop that in your curling Farmer’s Almanac and smoke it.
Next Tuesday the overnight low will be 2 degrees. Just noting. It may yet be revised, but next Tuesday it will be April.
I am wondering if there would be any possible way to make the perfect cup of tea (and I know precisely its taste but not quite what determines it) last for seven days without interruption.