I’m afraid we shall have to go out today some time, briefly, for provisions. Other than that we’ve stayed home in the warm. Outside, it’s been cold. Dry, but cold. I don’t possess an outdoor thermometer at the moment but I’m informed that a typical ‘in-the-shade’ temperature has been -4°C/24.8 ºF. I know, of course, that this would be considered mild in some places. Here, it’s perishin’ cold, and very, very bad for bronchials in the recuperative state.
Pretty, though, if you can catch it in the right light:
Across the valley and down a bit
So, we’ve been staying home and congratulating ourselves that we’ve managed at last to warm the structure through and get the house up to civilised levels of temperature and humidity. In places there are several feet of solid concrete in our living space, and that takes a while to warm through when a house has been empty a while.
Dolly approves of our staying indoors. And of the success of our efforts to get the place properly warm and dry. In fact you could say that she’s in a general mood of approval just now. Which, on past experience, is rather worrying:
Dolly on the drainer
