Grey but dry. Do I detect that my companion is taking her morning walks a little more slowly than she used to ? I'll put it down to my imagination.
After checking to make sure that all is well with the village we head off into town for a shared pain au raisin before driving to the garden centre. This seems to have given up on selling garden equipment and has morphed into a manic Christmas bazaar. An execrable xylophone version of White Christmas is playing.
We linger, briefly, by the cash desk. A six foot tall rotating fairy in various tones of white and brown is the highlight of this years festive display. This is the sort of thing that could give impressionable toddlers nightmares.
Back at the wee cottage the furniture delivery men have arrived with the small sofa for Angus's office. It goes without saying they have decided to show up while 'The Font' was in the shower. The sofa was supposed to arrive after the decorators had been to put up the wallpaper and paint the window frames but why get hung up on small details ?
After three months the wee cottage is ever so slowly being dragged into the 21st century. Finding tradesmen is still proving to be difficult. The joiner promises to have the bookshelves done by the end of February, the garden room will be started in June and the kitchen looks like it will be underway in May. My belief that the slowdown in the economy would bring all these dates forward has , so far, proven to be misplaced. The Christmas tree and the new Calor Gas bottles are due to arrive at the door later today.
Times are changing when you can find a hotel like this on Islay :https://themachrie.com/eat-drink/
Twitter still has some gems :https://twitter.com/zillowgonewild/status/1598438079374786566