Seasonal Affective Disorder- I believe firmly it has caused my writers block or blogger block if you will. Anyone who knows me knows that if I am too bothered not to complain about my daily trials and tribulations then something is certainly amiss. I feel like I have not seen the sun since September. Oh wait.....I did but we went to Cyprus for a week in October so you cannot really count that. Dark at 3:45 PM and not light until well after 7 AM, grey, dreary, rainy and more rain. One of our English friends informed Mr. Jeopardy and I that there are new descriptors for types of rain here such as "Mizzle". Mizzle means it is misty with interludes of drizzle. There is also "Spitting Rain" which means that it is not quite any actual rain shower but more of a spitting from the clouds above. In one day in England one can awaken to a grey mist, a steady sprinkle, a raging downpour, snowflakes, mist again, clouds, more grey and ominous, and then a good old drizzle. Thank God the British people are for the most part a fantastic bunch. Long ago they figured out how to make the most of their 9 months of horrendous weather- the answer in one word is PUBS. Their is one on every corner and I am convinced that it is only the pubs which keep the population going warm with drink and hearty food (but mainly it is the alcohol). Our tiny village of Hurley has 4 pubs all within walking distance of our house-
The Old Bell (oldest inn in Britian dated 1135)
The Red Lyon
The Rising Sun
Black Boys (personal favorite)
Today however the weather broke briefly into snow (a nice break from the rain), wind, cold and yes....yes.....intermittent sunshine. By the way the above picture was taken from my window upstairs and proof that England does get snow. Mr. Jeopardy was wrong about that little factoid! It was just one of the many ploys used to get me over to this side of the pond. My poor beloved companion sheep dog has not been taken for many walks as of late and he too is suffering from my SAD. I got home early before dark closed in, ignored my laptop and decided to let poor Shadow get rid of some aggression on the sheep next door. Since moving to the new house in Hurley Shadow has become obsessed with the sheep in the field next door to our home. I often wonder what would happen if he could just slip loose of his collar. I am sure that is what he dreams about at night when his little feet run in his sleep. Sadly, the sheep are now immune to Shadow and his antics and instead of running in fear they now stare at him with something akin to pity and boredom in their expression. I know some may think it is mean to tease him with tantalizing fat sheep a handsthrow away but I just cannot help myself. He and his targeted sheep are featured in the short video below.
It is now 5 short days until Mr. Jeopardy and I head back to the states- where the homes are large and with closets, the pound goes a long way at the outlet malls and socialism and unemployment are fast on the rise!
The Old Bell (oldest inn in Britian dated 1135)
The Red Lyon
The Rising Sun
Black Boys (personal favorite)
Today however the weather broke briefly into snow (a nice break from the rain), wind, cold and yes....yes.....intermittent sunshine. By the way the above picture was taken from my window upstairs and proof that England does get snow. Mr. Jeopardy was wrong about that little factoid! It was just one of the many ploys used to get me over to this side of the pond. My poor beloved companion sheep dog has not been taken for many walks as of late and he too is suffering from my SAD. I got home early before dark closed in, ignored my laptop and decided to let poor Shadow get rid of some aggression on the sheep next door. Since moving to the new house in Hurley Shadow has become obsessed with the sheep in the field next door to our home. I often wonder what would happen if he could just slip loose of his collar. I am sure that is what he dreams about at night when his little feet run in his sleep. Sadly, the sheep are now immune to Shadow and his antics and instead of running in fear they now stare at him with something akin to pity and boredom in their expression. I know some may think it is mean to tease him with tantalizing fat sheep a handsthrow away but I just cannot help myself. He and his targeted sheep are featured in the short video below.
It is now 5 short days until Mr. Jeopardy and I head back to the states- where the homes are large and with closets, the pound goes a long way at the outlet malls and socialism and unemployment are fast on the rise!
The forecast for Las Vegas and Napa is sunny and in the mid 60s. If I can only make it another five days..................
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