It’s been a quiet but busy start to the year. Somehow we’re already two weeks in – three weeks from Christmas – and half a page through the calendar.
It’s been bitterly cold. The hosepipe is frozen solid, and when you unhook it from the reel it stands up in mid-air with the spray on the end, like a cobra ready to pounce. Entertaining, but not much use when you want to clean out the chickens.
They don’t seem to have noticed it at all. We’re still averaging two eggs a day, which is a slight disappointment after we were briefly getting three a time. Gerry’s the lazy girl. We get one pink egg from here for every four or five brown and cream ones from the other two.
The trains, needless to say, haven’t enjoyed the cold. A breakdown or delay almost every day have made riding to work and back no fun at all. It wouldn’t be so bad if they told the radio, but the travel reports talk of gloriously empty and smooth-running lines every morning.
Not so.
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