The log on the fire crackles occasionally. It is relaxing to watch the flames dance around the edge. There is quite a deep glow in the fire and the warmth is perfect for the size of room.
It’s not very nice out. Sitting in front of the fire is the only place to be. John is fast asleep on the sofa, wrapped up in the throw. He only managed half a game of football this morning and now it is clear that he has gone down with something. Likely be off school tomorrow.
I think I can hear the owl again in the trees above the back garden, though what it is doing out on a night like this only it knows. I suppose we all have to eat. There are plenty of mice out in the allotment. I like having the owl out there. We have also occasionally seen bats fly around in the garden at twilight time. Only in the summer though.
Tom is out at youth club. Hannah is I think in bed. She has had a hard day doing retail therapy at Meadowhall. Nightmare. Joe I can hear whistling somewhere in the house. That’s a result! He is being relatively quiet. And finally Anne is ironing in the kitchen without the radio on.
All in all, we are at peace. Must be getting closer to Christmas. I can almost hear the angels starting to line up, practising. Getting their harps in tune. Loosening up with a couple of Bing Crosby numbers.
This morning I cut some holly and ivy for the Westgate School Christmas Market Cafe. This afternoon I finished raking the leaves from the back garden. At least it’s as finished as it’s ever going to be. There are still lots of leaves on the ground but you can see a fair bit of grass.
The front lawn hasn’t been done yet. I’m not actually particularly bothered about the front. I think I only cut the front lawn about three times this year. It has a lot of moss in it. The more the merrier as far as I am concerned. It looks like grass from a distance and doesn’t need cutting.
As I write Tom has just come back. Time to batten down the hatches and carry John up to bed. I am happy that I have a nice warm house. It isn’t a good time to be homeless.