Luckily, Chip has not visited again yet, so we’ve had two peaceful nights. Eloise cat thinks it’s quite all right to visit his territory, as she’s accustomed to doing, but I can quite see why she’s unhappy at him coming here at night. We’re crossing fingers, anyway.
Yesterday was sunny and bright, with the happy result that I bobbed round merrily, full of energy. LT started splitting logs while I went shopping for food, and then I barrowed them up to the house. With full baskets and scuttles of lots and coal, we would be all set for a warm house all week. Which was just as well, because it was tipping down this morning. Jack, who delivers the papers, was soaked, having been caught in the worst of it.
We had haggis for Hogmanay dinner – yes indeed, with tatties and neeps, as well as onion gravy, all of which were cooked by LT. It has been our sole concession to New Year’s Eve (possibly a dram will follow) and we have no plans for midnight jollifications. Not that overplanning is at all necessary.