Saturday 15 December 2018
Blowing a hooley here
Storm Deidre has appeared on the scene and has been wuthering around the house since late afternoon. I for one am very glad to be indoors and relieved I no longer have my horses, as evening stables would have not been much fun in this, as the rain is coming down sideways and is icy cold. Even going out to top up the bird feeders meant like dressing for the Arctic.
It was calmer when I went into town at lunchtime to fetch Danny and his mate Luke to come and shift our very heavy (solid oak) wardrobe for us so I can paint behind it and finally get the room finished. I fed them, sent them home with most of a Dorset Apple Cake (I should have made two!) and then Keith took them home as I wasn't feeling my best by then. I'm not sure if it's another bug or the virus we picked up in Oxford having one last blast, but I have been exceedingly tired these past couple of days and slept nearly 12 hours last night, which is unheard of!
We had planned to pop down the last car boot sale of the year tomorrow, but will take a check on the weather before getting dressed. The weather pundits have forecast freezing rain and we have no intention of venturing outside our front gate if that is the case - living on a steep zig-zag hill we would end up in the river faster than you can say Jack Robinson.
Anyway, let's hope we wake up to more peaceful weather tomorrow. Now I have bought some spray starch, I intend to start the home-run on Gabby's quilt, tieing (or possibly buttoning) the layers and then doing the binding. Then I can breath a sigh of relief!