Home alone again.

Lady M's off gallivanting again in London, so I have the run of the house for a few weeks. I also have loads of work to do, but recently it's been bloody non-stop raining, making life difficult.

Rain ruins everything when one lives out in The Styx, so much so that I've found myself Hoovering, putting that annoying duvet back into its cover correctly, and even oiling the hot plate of our poor-man's Aga. I can't mow, dig, or plant; outdoor life has come to a standstill. It's a nightmare.

My current major job is wall building up at the barn, but even though it's indoors work, I need to use an electric angle grinder to cut blocks/bricks, and there's no way I'm going to do that outside in this bloody rain!

So, I wrap myself in my leaky Barbour and take Bok for plenty of short walks, I watch old DVD's of Rick Stein, I sit by the fire and read pamphlets about bathroom fittings and kitchen taps, and I also eat things that otherwise would be banished from the Magnon kitchen (e.g. Whelks, Snails, etc).

I've just checked the weather forecast, and it looks to be getting better. Thank goodness!