Living life on the veg

My short walk into the village at 7.30 this morning took far longer than I expected. Firstly, Dylan tried to follow me up the road, but our neighbour Pat was awake and I persuaded her to take him in (the poor woman was still in her dressing gown and hadn’t even got her teeth in but she was pleased to see him). Then I bumped into Mr T, our wide boy local builder, who is expecting his fourth child in January. I said he should learn some self control in this over populated world of ours.

Next up was the landlord of The Crown who decided to give me his life story and ranted about everyone and everything on the political spectrum, and seemed fairly indiscriminate in his views about who was to blame for the woes of the world. We had what can only be described as an old gits conversation. Then I got chatting to one of the staff in the Co-op about her trip to Liverpool this weekend. And finally it was Mr Fox who was climbing over the veg in the greengrocer’s, although I'm not sure why. 

Couple of christmassy extras.

Plagued by really debilitating fatigue again today. Curiously the evenings are usually better. 

Minus five forecast for tonight.