The wind continued so high on Monday that I couldn't have a bonfire and the weather had definitely taken a turn for the colder so, after getting dressed under the duvet, I took myself off to the laundrette just to warm up because the cold is playing havoc with my arthritis.
Joy of joys - the builder turned up late in the morning so that he could do some measurements and he assures me that work in earnest will start tomorrow at around 8.30. I explained that I don't get up until 10 because I would die of hypothermia.
Then the gardener came in the afternoon to finish off the lawn. Two out of two. Yay!!
A beautiful sunny day but I did very little work in the garden as, even with my sheepskin jacket, it was too cold to stay out there for long. [By the way, not sure it was a real sheep that donated its skin, I didn't ask in Primark and the label's in Chinese]. It seemed a waste of a day but I pottered around the garden, tidying up a bit and moving a lot of wood into the house in the hope that we get the torrential downpour that is forecast. We need more really heavy rain before I can plant the 30 metres of laurel hedging in the trench I have prepared. All we've had recently is the sort of drizzle that seeps into your skin and bones but leaves the garden still gagging for water.
I decided to light a fire in the house, which is always fun because the house seems to enjoy each fire and melt a little into us. I know this sounds fanciful but it takes a while for a stone house to warm, even though the fire seems big enough to roast a suckling pig on [I don't know what a suckling pig is exactly but I am sure I could roast it over our fire]. It was probably the wrong decision because the wind died down later but, what the hell, I'm not a meteorologist!
Well!!! 3 out of 2 today because in the afternoon a [relatively young and gorgeous] Frenchman arrived driving a large vehicle with a skip on the back. The only drawback was that the skip was full of rubble. He insisted that Darren had ordered a skip full of rubble, I said that Darren had ordered a skip FOR rubble but a] I am not male and b] I couldn't get hold of Darren on any of the 3 numbers I have for him so I was on sandy soil when I insisted that I would not accept it. Eventually he left and I sat in front of the fire being a wise woman on my own [accompanied by a bottle of the finest local wine of course].
Chris had a worse day, in Angola, where the Delegation was flooded, particularly the IT room.
The forecast was for below zero temperatures overnight. For once it was right!
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