I'm starting to think about moving into my winter quarters. Last year I went under the stairs in the hall so that I could keep au courant with the coming and goings of the house. However, as I write, my spot is filled up with Lizzie's wine rack and a whole pile of Mr Dancer's wine, packed ready for transportation to England for Xmas.
As the temperature is falling quite severely at night, now, I am really not sure what to do. I'm still on fig duty, but that will end soon, so leaving the veranda is something that we must discuss, sooner rather than later.
As the temperature is falling quite severely at night, now, I am really not sure what to do. I'm still on fig duty, but that will end soon, so leaving the veranda is something that we must discuss, sooner rather than later.
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