So, 8 o'clock this morning I am in the shop awaiting the arrival of a lovely man who's job it was to cure us of a broken window. It has only taken two months and two break-ins for it to happen. But who cares, it is here now. And looking so smart. What do you think?
It means we can, once again, look out of the window to see the view down the car park and across the valley. Mind you it is looking so bleak with this cold wind, that I am not sure we really feel the pleasure. Ho, hum.