Quite a storm blew through overnight. As the wind howled acros the shoreline and battered the house the window frames flexed in their openings. As they flexed they squeaked. As they squeaked they disturbed the Gorse Fox and the Silver Vixen. Note to self: Call the window company.
GF is just finishing breakfast before hitting the road to Worcester.
[File under: Diary]
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