The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

Thankfully my life is not dark and dreary. But  it makes me grateful for my warm and cosy home and lovely family to share my life with. I continue to battle on with my blood pressure tablets. My GP has decided to leave them as they are until we can get in touch with the renal team or until my appointment at the beginning of December. So if you see a woman wondering around Wokingham in a fog that will be me! I had a few scary days this week when my kidneys seem to be struggling and I had fluid building up. I could feel it on my chest when I breathed. Thankfully by Friday they had recovered. The GP thought it was the high temperature I had last weekend. Another warning to avoid bugs again as my kidneys don't cope. 

We had a quiet at home day yesterday - I did 2 hours of ironing - ho hum! I mustn't leave it so long. We finished the day by watching the fireworks from our flat roof - perfectly warm! 

This week back to normal routines, tutoring, coffee with friends, helping a friend sort, a renal appointment, bible study, flowers, housegroup. And 2 very exciting days - one with Kitty at the Christmas show at the NEC in Birmingham and the other at Royal Opera House seeing Swan Lake with Ed and Chloe. How varied are my days. Nothing dark and dreary about this week.