Cofaidh Dubh

It has been a very domesticated day. I dealt with lots of chores, including re-stocking on food. 

All the usual midweek boxes have been ticked. Well, not quite all. The ironing basket is overflowing. 

I had time for a coffee while I was at the farm shop. The fire was not on in the polytunnel. I could see my own breath in there. I did feel a bit safer until I noticed the electricity arrangements (top right). 

Anyway, I got a Blip when few other opportunities were likely to present. 

In another exciting development, I feel a risotto coming on. 

The Gàidhlig for December is An Dùbhlachd. It means "the blackness". Just saying...