The huge rays of light were amazing, particularly since they were coming from behind Mr B, who took the photo. It looks like a sunrise, but is a sunset.
In the morning there was no sign of the weather to come. The sun was bright, and I got two loads of washing dry. Mr B went and got the wood for the deck outside my workroom. The ground on Dirt Mountain was far too hard to dig, and I half-heartedly tugged a few weeds from it. Monty spent a long time exploring the garden. Then this happened:
The clouds began to grumble, and then opened up, sobbing relentlessly upon the parched ground. Victory is mine, Dirt Mountain! Mr B and I are avid storm chasers (in our own minds). The lightening was fabulous across the city. Mr B set up his camera and got one of the most difficult shots a photographer can achieve, a lightening bolt.
While all this excitement was going on, I tidied my workroom cupboard, cooked corned beef and made a steamed pudding that we, as children, affectionately called Blob Pudding. Thanks to Mumsy for the recipe, which was a great success. For some reason I had an urge to make a steamed pudding, probably because it seemed a fitting accompaniment for boiled corned beef.
Off to school tomorrow for a bit of prep for the dreaded term start. I need to buy some new tops for school too. Not looking forward to that either. XXX