Friday, 17 February

Just at 5 a blustery rain squall settled in, except for umbrellas none of the three of us were prepared for the intensity of the rain.  The merits of wool socks were tested.  The heavy rain was not long lived (unlike the nation's habits of war).  The wind persisted a fourth arrived to join us and, briefly another stopped to talk.  Later a flurry of arrivals brought our number to 7 shivery folks.  New job, jigsaw puzzles and the frustrations of distraction, floated through the conversations - sometimes one just can't bear to talk politics.