Drama in the sticks.

The doorbell went at 8.15pm - it was our neighbour to tell us that the pub was on fire. The boys (inc Connor, who is here for a sleepover) went to investigate. They came back to say that it was actually the garage over the road from the pub.

We’ve had more than our fair share of fires in recent years. The pub did lose it’s roof to a fire when Noo was small, and 2 years ago a thatched cottage burned to the ground. Only the chimney stack was left standing.

Jo’s operation is first thing tomorrow! Hopefully a step closer to going home.