I’m up bright (ish) and early (ish) because I’m expecting a delivery of logs first thing this morning. Sure enough, the lorry pulls up outside our cottage at 8.15am, and then proceeds to block the high street for 10 minutes whilst the driver offloads a huge bag containing 2 cubic metres of hardwood logs, which he puts in the road by the gate that leads to my back garden. I start moving the logs from the road in a wheelbarrow and stack them against the flint wall at the bottom of our garden. I have moved a little over half of them when my next door neighbour appears and insists on helping me move and stack the remainder, which was very much appreciated!
I light the fire, and soon the house is feeling nicely warm and cosy.
I’m aching a little (well, a lot, actually) and my speech is slurred and indistinct from my exertions this morning so, after taking the dog for her second walk of the day, the rest of the afternoon is spent sitting on the sofa, warming my bones in front of the woodburner.