Desperate

for a blip. I have been inside most of the day writing so just got out looking for something. Mr A said sit outside by the road and see what happens.. well nothing much at all happens here .. !!! Since the death of our two closest and dearest neighbours there is an emptiness in the air or so it feels.. we have always been isolated here and I do love that but this feels different.. We miss them or that unusual way of expressing that in French 'ils nous manquent' which sounds 'like they miss us' but in fact it literally translates to ' 'they' we miss' and rightly puts them first in the sentence .. and 'they we miss' a lot ..

So here you have our isolated spot complete with Mr A's scaoffolding which he loves and is trying to find out where the rain comes in from time to time