In spite of T`s gloomy prognostications, I went to Germany for my holiday, and arrived home last night unscathed. In fact I had a lovely time, having cups of tea brought to me in bed in the mornings, reading novels, watching films, eating tasty meals, and talking, talking to my beloved sister and niece. The Meeting House seemed to survive perfectly well, just a lot of emails, ironing, mysterious messages, and slightly mouldering food items in the fridge, when I got back. The Germans do every thing very very well: plumbing, dentists, apple trees, houses, bicycles, you really notice when you come back to dusty old England. But there is nothing to beat that moment when you get back into your own bed at night with your own cat beside you.
D has just come home from working at the Mill and said `lets go and have a burn up` This means lighting a bonfire down the end of the garden. The wetter it is the more he likes it, he says its a challenge. (He has also just said that he was up till two am making the pumpkin soup that we had for lunch You have to be quite an unnusual person to like being a resident here) It is beginning to get dark so it will be good to be outside poking at the flames.