And Quiet flows the Allan Water
A guy appeared on our doorstep this morning trying to sell us bronze life-size sculptures of deer.
“No thank-you” I said. “ We have enough real ones coming into the garden without a reminder of them. Anyway, we don’t have a grand house.“
A Tory party agent followed him a few hours later. She got short shift. No way would I ever vote for Boris, a man not to be trusted to run a jumble sale let alone the country. An incorrigible liar.
Photo: Allan Water River downstream from the bridge. If the weather got above freezing today I never noticed. It sunk to -4C overnight.