that end’s well.
The trials and tribulations which recently beset members of the Friko
household have resolved themselves to everyone’s satisfaction.
Millie has had her stitches out and she’s healing nicely.
She has been given a clean bill of health, all lumps proved harmless.
(Does the regrowth of a dog’s shaved bits itch as madly as a human’s would?)
Jack at the White Horse made sure that none of the visiting American contingent
went hungry. He took very good care of all of us.
I felt well enough this morning to put in a few hours’ work in the garden
without any ill effects so far. (Let these not be famous last words, please)
The snowdrops are out in force everywhere and warmer, southerly winds have
been promised for the beginning of next week.
And this is how the crazy people of Bishop’s Castle,
just down the road from Valley’s End,
keep their bollards warm on cold days.
(However did they get the sock over the traffic sign at the top?)