Thursday, November 19

Chores day

Although it continues to chuck it down, the gales have stopped, allowing me to break out my ladders. The last of the autumn leaves chose to congregate on the homestead’s roof, clogging gutters and downpipes. Only a two-hour job but a pain non-the-less; you know how fond I am of climbing ladders. The soakaway drains too, full of stinking sludge, half-eaten frogs and dead rodents. All good stuff. Unfortunately once begun you discover half-a-dozen other things that require attention.

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