A quick post today. I need to go back to bed very soon.
My last night is tonight, and I was awoken by Winnie having a tantrum around 2pm
She was booting cushions around the living room with the force of Beckham's right foot.
She knows, when I am on nights she gets to play at Trendy Carol's for much of the afternoon.
On my way back to the cottage, I suddenly noticed that scaffolding had been erected around the tiny bell tower of the Church.
Work on the Church Bell has begun and I felt a prickle of emotion looking at it.
I know it doesn't sound that vital
But the prospect of having the bell ringing again has suddenly become rather important to me
Does that sound a daft thing to say?
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