Getting up

I really did not want to get up this morning. The pink in the sky was scant consolation, especially when all it did was to light up the frost!

But get up I did, and I walked the dog after breakfast. There is an old wives' tale - or maybe it's an ancient mariner's tale - that the wind gets up with the tide. Well, I have no idea of the times of the tides - this is something that is of no concern to me so I take no interest - but by the time I left the park the wind had definitely got up and the previously clear sky was practically 10/10 cloud cover.

And now I must think about getting up into the loft.  The Old Bat says she wants the Christmas tree brought in today and I have to get the decorations down - and then up!