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?
