In between days..
..those odd few days between crimble and the new year. Too cold to garden, too lazy to sort the house out. That leaves basking in front of the log burner, knitting away, watching the birds on the feeders and laughing at the daft pigeons stumbling about on the conservatory roof. Crimble was good, me and him and the hounds. A gentle day full of contentment......and grub! We decamped to daughter-the- elder for Boxing day, more lovely gifts, much giggling. A perfect day with our little family of six. We resisted the temptation to camp for three days outside a sofa shop to buy a sofa we don't need. Plus the ones they were filling the tv ads with were all quite revolting. No wonder they were on sale. The weather in the Shire has turned very cold, but beautifully sunny, my favorite winter weather. The birds have plenty of food and water supplied for them in the garden, I did notice the neighbours scabby cat was scoffing some of the food, If I was a better shot i...