It's another grey day here, wet and windy; the type of day to curl up by the fire and read a good book. No reason to go outside except to feed the chickens and get the eggs.
Time to load up the fire and find my book.
I'll write again when I see the sunshine coming through the trees.
Monday, 24 November 2014
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