It's 8pm, very bright and chilly outside. My washing, which the weather forecast told me I could safely put out on the line at tea time, has been blowing and drying in the wind since 5pm. The day has been mostly showery. There was the odd hour or so gap in rain fall this morning, when at times you could feel there were light tears in the air. The darkening skies which always arrived, told us that crying clouds were about to rain down.
A thump on the window made us jump just now. A bird has flown into the glass and either knocked itself out or, worse.
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