Across the pond

Yesterday us folks down here felt less left out from the winter holiday mood that the rest ouf the country has been enjoying and which took up about five pages of each of the serious newspapers yesterday. Not enough to frolic in. But enough to cover the garden and part of Stonebarrow Hill for an hour or do. And enough to put the decorator’s van into a small skid on our steep drive.

Today the ground looks dry as a bone. So Janet has  gone off to Bath to have a bath. Leaving me free to idle, write a blog and take the waters in my own bathroom.

Decisions, decisions.

Shall I have a shower? Or shall I lie back and enjoy the luxury of a lie in in my own old-fashioned bath, perhaps adding a dash of rock salt to the tap water?