Ullswater

Knackered
Electrician came and declared that the hob has deceased.
A beautiful day but with lots to do and in headless chicken mode I deflected and got on the bike to check out the back lane and was delighted to discover that Kirkby Thore has a store, and that it rhymes.
Headed into town to get a hob and bumped into the old work colleague who had finally finished after being off sick/burnt out over this last year. We did have a plan to have a meal next week with a few of us to give him a leaving present but had decided we’d better cancel it for now so I’m glad I saw him.
Then off to do some more sorting although got seriously waylaid with various neighbours wanting to chat. The village jungle drums have been at work ... along the lines of ‘send three and fourpence, were going to a dance’ ... and have me variously moving to Kirkby Stephen, Kirkby Thore, renting, buying, squatting, taking up residence in a nearby bat box, or disappearing down the lake on a floating island.
I went to get a pint of milk and had a wander before it got dark.