Rainy Sunday

The rain came. It rained all day.

It is Sunday, so of course, it is cleaning day. Sam cleaned. I vacuumed. I watered my plants. Indoors, and the garden plants, the ones that don't get directly rained on.

We ordered in, noodles for lunch. Thank you Hungry Panda.

We sat around and listened to the rain on the roof. It continued to fall all day.

The two dogs lay together, like they have a habit of doing, a couple of bookends.

I caught up on all my car restoration shows on YouTube, that was cool.

Of course, sitting around and doing nothing is my forte. I guess I should have gone to the gym, but who wants to go outside when it is raining. Besides, do gym on the weekend, when all those people are potentially there too?

Late in the afternoon, the rain did. actually, stop and we walked the dogs, there was the lightest sprinkling of rain for some of the time while we walked. Really gentle. Kind of nice, really.

We ended up at the supermarket for food, when it was getting grey and greyer outside.

We got home before the rain started to fall again, but when it did it continued to fall for the rest of the evening. 

We chose the right window period in which to go out, as it turned out. What do you call that? Intuition? Do you think as a species we can smell the rain coming, it's just that we have become desensitised to our power?

Ha, ha. Maybe? I don't know, I'm just practising talking shit now. We seem to have a knack for it, down't you think? Shrug. Maybe.

Sam gets out his floor cleaning machine and cleans the tiled floor, kitchen, walk way, laundry. Sam is a sucker for a floor cleaning machine. 

How clean does the floor need to be, I ask him? As that machine whirrs on and on. I'm not really one for housework

The rain continues to fall outside.

Brun lays snuggled up to my left leg on the couch gently snoring.

I look up and think yum when I see a big bottle of apple juice on the kitchen bench, which turns out to be sunflower oil, which was really disappointing, as you can imagine.

I take my Explorer socks off so I can walk across the wet tiled floor to the fridge to get a glass of blackcurrent juice.

Otto pushes his ball to my feet, and looks up at me with big puppy dog eyes that say, throw it for me will you.

And the nightly relentless ball throwing begins.