Four months since we moved North. The 'Last Wee House before Denmark' is slowly getting into some form of shape in a two steps forward, one step back, kind of way. Yesterday, the planning permission for the new garden room was submitted, the electricians showed up to install new lights in the garden ( and left again as they didn't have the right cabling ) and the carpet layer confirmed he'd be here on Saturday. We've finally opted for the ultra modern broad stripe .The company that delivers fuel oil texted to say - with studied imprecision - they'd be a 'couple of days ' late. The new kitchen has been designed and the supplier would like a deposit but the joiner has gone down with the flu and hasn't signed off on the final plan.
We're heading into the winter solstace. This far north it's barely light at seven thirty. Sophie gets ready for her tour of the village by the lights on the Christmas tree. The lady in the shop tells me that these new tree lights will only use 2p of electricity every hour. This sounds reasonable for these straitened times. What she doesn't tell me is that the 3000 lights have a fade in and fade out programme built in. 'The Font' reckons we can learn to live with this.
Christmas song #12 . Some Handel from Ghana :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzDfoOe5ENk