"All is safely gathered in 'ere the winter storms begin."
These words from my favourite harvest hymn
serve equally well to describe my current state of being,
although I hope that the afore mentioned storms,
if not actually cancelled, have at least been put on
hold until I find someone to fix the leak in the conservatory.
That temporary piece of chewing gum won't hold indefinately.
|We've got some old fashioned little shops here,|
and look - they even do eggs in fours.
You'll be pleased to hear that I haven't managed to set light
to anything else these past few days and my time seems to be
spent rummaging in boxes and trying to turn chaos into order.
|Why the fishing rod? It just came along for the ride.|
The office above, as you can see, is still in need of
"a woman's touch" although where she's got to I have no idea.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to find a chum like
this hidden in the bedding boxes?
Unlikely but a girl can dream.