Saturday, the skies weep, the wind hurls rain against my bedroom velux which makes getting out of bed all the less attractive.
The children are breakfast brawling so I suppose I should make a move.
It's love;y though to sit and listen to nature so raw.
I suspect the new house, should we ever get there, will be far more sheltered.
Which will be nice also.
Time for more coffee and crisp bacon between bread lightly toasted by having rested on the aga.
Feed the fire in our little log burner, that I repaired yesterday, saves lighting the big Franco Belge till later.
I don't have a bad life really.
R
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