Saturday, November 14, 2009

Countdown, storm day and butcher.

1. The first thing I say is "Ten days." Nick says: "What? No, it's eight days."

2. The bowl of town is smeared and blurred by low cloud. It looks so different that I stop to look for a moment in the rain and wind.

3. Conversation in the butchers:
- Now if you'd bought enough for two, you could have cooked me dinner.
- Don't you have someone to cook dinner for you?
- Yeah, but I won't tell 'er.
At this point, the other butcher put in: "Madam, you shouldn't have him round. He's not housetrained. You have to open the back door and let him out in the garden."


  1. great post ! have a fab weekend

  2. Blessings to you Clare and Nick! The big day will be here before you know it. Slow down and appreciate all that it entails, especially the things that might not go as planned (for those you will remember most of the doorbell that rang through the entire church at our evening wedding right during the consecration by the priest at the altar! I started to giggle...we had worked so hard to be sure that wouldn't happen, but it did anyway!) Enjoy the day! Erin


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