It is so cold, a really biting wind and very fierce too. A sheet of wood on the greasy barn has fallen off exposing my log pile to the elements. I have informed the male members of this household that this must be fixed forthwith or there will be no rhubarb crumble tonight. This is an excellent threat as Chas loves rhubarb.
My bathroon tiles HAVE been mended now and everything is gleaming white and marvellous. We had a mould attack that was very unsightly. We ought to paint the outside of the house but it is far too cold for that. Instead I have to stare at my year end accounts and try to understand how I managed to make a profit. We don’t want a profit as Joshua’s student finance application has just whizzed its way through the ether to Devon County Council. I now have to find someone to sign an Identity Confirmation Form to say he is who his birth certificate says he is. I can’t send his passport as he is in Peru, o god, form filling is not fun.