8.48:am. Peering out of the window at the dark grey sky it looks as if the rain continually blessed the earth all night long. Every plant that has a scrap of vegetation remaining from the east wind looks washed and so much greener. An army of colourful umbrellas on legs can be seen from my window marching along the pavement. I woke instantly this morning without the usual death like feeling and proceeded down stairs making two hot drinks in the kitchen for Edward and I.
Dreamt... I was cleaning and clearing out mothers old kitchen for a tiny old man the size of a five year old child. I was bathing him while he sat on the draining board of the kitchen sink. He was totally covered in grime the bath water in the sink was filthy and smelled as I scrubbed at his body. Later as I was cleaning the floor Catherine my youngest sister through a screeching tantrum while sorting though piles of old clothing. Ros another of my sisters helped me clear the rubbish from the war dug up from deep holes in the garden flower beds. Rain is still falling 9.15:am...
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