Wednesday, November 18

Living adventurously

I’ll be glad when Barney sods off to join his brethren in Scandinavia or Iceland or wherever storms go after ravishing the homestead. I woke at five this morning, the building rattling and rolling; however, such is the pull of my bed this time of year, it was seven when I crawled from beneath the blanket to light a fire and make the tea – two mugs of Ceylon’s finest, before daring to step outside and open the chicken coop. On the plus side we still have electricity and it has stopped raining. Given the roaring tempest I heard almost zero of last night’s footy commentary, wailing banshees ain’t in it.

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