The weather here at the cottage reminds me of Dr. Seuss' Cat in the Hat book where the children were not happy having to sit at home all day whilst it rained outdoors.
In a village with one food shop, which is more of a convenience shop, one butcher, and a guy selling fire wood in an alleyway alongside fruits and vegetables, there is little else one can do without a car. Though it is possible to walk the three kilometres to the next town, it becomes impossible without getting drenched by pouring rain. Even so, the neighbouring towns are not much larger than this village.
So we sit inside the somewhat warm cottage and wait for the rain to stop so we can at least take the bus to Belfast to go for coffee and be amongst civilisation.