Far away

Staving off putting on the heating whilst working for as long as I can, I resorted to climbing in my sleeping bag and had a Gregor Samsa Metamorphosis moment when I tried to move. When I finished work it looked like the rain had let up so I ventured out for fresh air. I got completely soaked but was freshly aired and got a bag of plums left at the end of one of the cottage gardens along the lane going free to a good home.