A fterall the chasing around the country last month, the past few weeks at home have been very welcome. Not that we’ve had a great deal of time to do anything but work, but there have been a few days out locally, the best of all, with my buddy ‘Frank’, who came to visit.
We’ve just finished work for the night. It’s approaching midnight, and as always, I’m up against the deadline to get my diary submitted. I’m so tired; please forgive me if I’m not terribly coherent.
There’s a storm outside. It was a most peculiar light earlier, followed by a deluge accompanied by strong winds that were giving the young fruit trees in the garden a good whipping. So far, Hannah’s bean poles are still standing in the vegetable
