We have a delivery of two cubic metres of logs this morning, so much of the day is taken up with barrowing them in from the road into our rear garden, and then stacking them neatly against the rear wall. I’m feeling even more stiff today than I was yesterday – basically, I’m aching all over, and bending down to stack the logs really hasn’t helped! I split a load of kindling, fill the log basket, empty the ash and clean the glass in the doors of the woodburner, light the fire, run the vacuum cleaner around downstairs, and collapse in a heap on the sofa.
We are babysitting our eldest granddaughter for a few hours this evening, so we have an early dinner and then drive over to Hevingham. Our granddaughter is back on form (she’s had a nasty cold recently, which she has managed to pass onto me), and she is happy and bubbly, which is always nice. When we get back home to Southrepps, I administer treatment for my “man flu” – a shot of 15 year old Dalwhinnie and some cannabis.