Now on first name terms with the butcher, the girls in the Co-op treat us as locals and the barmaid in the Red Lion knows what we drink; time for a move, apart from two inches of ice. 10 bags of coal left and 2/3 of a tank of diesel, I think survival is likely. UK Masters snooker on the telly so Jill is happy, glued to the set. Looks like the dog and I will be walking on our own this afternoon.
Sorry there isn't much to put on the blog but sitting here is not overly exciting. Roll on the thaw!
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