This morning I had a landrover. This does not make things faster as I have to stop to open and close 5 gates.
But when my alarm went off, I Did It.
I put my head down, ignored the pain and the desire to crawl back into my lovely warm bed, and dressed and drove and opened and closed and admired the stars swinging overhead and...
...hang on a mo...
...the clocks went back last night, it should be light by now...
And I checked the dashboard clock with bleared eyes. It was 1.38 am.
Bloody alarm clock.
I had two choices - drive back through those 5 gates to a cold dark house, crawl back between the cooling sheets and do the whole thing all ovee again in 5 hours time.
Or sneak into my sister's house, curl up on the sofa and hope not to be blasted away by a spooked neighbour with a shot gun.
I just been woken by a txt. Swimming is cancelled.
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There is a BBC programme which explores the life led by families in the mining villages of the Welsh Valleys in the Twenies. It was a hard life and yet you seem to be enjoying a very similar life style with stoic enthusiasm. Perhaps not so much fun if one had toddlers and no income. I absolutely love the Stone Caravan. Could I live there ? I am too old !
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