Ta Dah!
...I'm back. I hope that you lot have been your usual unladylike selves.
I've MISSED you. And yes, jings I'm shouting!
number...Nope! Didn't go anywhere on Friday. The Kintyre Peninsula experienced "payback time": a blizzard of monumental ferocity. Power went off at breakfast time [pylons collapsed under the weight of ice and snow]
Trees and telegraph poles down, roads with up to 11' drifts on the verges. The generators couldn't get away from the ferry terminal, police closed the road through the village and we were cut from for four days. The power was restored late last night. We've had no hot water, so today's shower was sheer bliss. We toasted bread using the fire, warmed up soup on a one-ring butane camping thingy. Slept in our clothes, as the house was bitterly cold. Sorry to say, that the local village is still without power. To travel the 14 miles to Tarbert means joining a convoy, led by a snow plough...one way traffic until it turns around and travels back. Neighbours have been so thoughtful. We were given a sack of coal and a sack of logs. A lady dropped by with some condensed soups, biscuits and Mars bars. We shall repay them in kind, now that we can get out of the drive.
An item of really GOOD news...Rory can now [gingerly] place his poorly foot on the ground.
He has spent lots of quality cat-time sleeping and purring on my lap. Our friends in the village have lost five ducks to a mink. The creature tunneled its way under the enclosure and bit off their heads...one each night, for the past five nights. They have laid a trap. Wondering, was is it a mink that injured our Rory?
I'm catching up with laundry. When I've finished, I shall return to catch up with the happenings on GN. 