The weather was atrocious when I got home
It was 8.30 pm and Albert, who instantly recognises Bluebell’s engine noise was already in the lane yowling his welcome.
He stands on the garden wall and we rub heads.
It’s lovely to have a proper welcome even though the cottage is quiet and cold and dark.
I feed Albert first and in the gloom of the lane street light I light the fire, and minutes later
When I turn my head in the wintery lane the wood smoke flew horizontally towards the church .
Fifty steps later ,when I collected the dogs from Trendy Carol’s Trendy conservatory , I was treated to a socially distanced preview of her newest VERY trendy sofa.
Loved it too.......expensive leather!
I fed the girls and checked my mail ......a council tax bill, a vet bill and a lovely lavender gift from Donell
a kind email from Gentleman Farmer Ralph’s son was waiting to be read too ....Ralph will be leaving his farm for the village graveyard on Friday at noon . In this covid driven world this couldn’t be officially broadcasted but the blog isn’t “official” in the truest sense of the word and I hope the lane may be filled in a socially distant way with villagers wanting to pay their respects .
It’s half nine now.
The cottage is warm and Almost cosy
The slow cooker is bubbling away with another fantastic soup and Dorothy is already asleep on my own trendy sofa
Mary is asleep with me
I’m knackered.
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