Trisharooni's front door

Lots more photos of trees through houses, logs, logs, logs - I am so tired of photos of logs.

So instead, across the road at Trisharooni's, while waiting for Mr T to come to the front door, snapped this just to the side of their front door. We have no central heating (fab at minus temperatures at night), and they have no phone. Trisharooni has decamped to Sydney in disgust. Mr T is here now trying to organise a connection so he can work, apart from anything else.

Ho hum.