Long shots

More sodding rain. When I shook the rain gauge out another 32mm had accumulated. Still we waited in for the arrival of the new fridge/freezer. Delivered surly like after I'd popped down to the church to show them the way. Some people eh? They don't know they're born, right? Scurrying around under heavy weights and Covid risks to deliver to n'er do wells like me?

At a certain point the cloud lifted, the wind or maybe the current in the valley shifted to the north west, and it cleared over the newly laid mountains. Then the sun shiftily gave her brief blessing before the temperature sank.

Terry got home. Huge cheer to John for driving. We're going to hell in a handcart. Nine Hundred and Eighty One (981) Deaths and the BBC Radio 4 couldn't dignify itself by putting the tragedy in its evening headlines.