I was up at a stupid time. Having checked the plumbing at 4:15, I could not get back to sleep, so at 5:30 I was sitting in the kitchen with a steaming mug of coffee and my Kindle. As the sun came up, it was clear that there had been quite an air frost, and the Orangery roof had the tracery of ice fractals sprayed across the ceiling.
Once Di emerged, as the clock ticked around towards eight, I went for my shower and then returned for breakfast before my weekly call with the cousins. There was all the usual jollity, and it was good to see Chris back home in Turkey after his trip to Switzerland. We heard all the latest gossip from Tim's family and collectively censured Trump for his idiocy (that'll teach him).
There was little else of great importance during the day. We cleaned the inside of the car between us. This also involved borrowing a vacuum cleaner from Zoe as ours needed charging. We then found that Zoe's also needed charging. What did become clear was that the two greatest sources of dirt on the carpets were a) Ellie's snacks, and b) Zoe and Ellie's cat, Beau. Clearly, the (white) cat's fur gets onto Ellie and also onto our shoes, and gets carried into our car.
During the afternoon, we popped out for a few hours for a bit of change of scenery.
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