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Monday 19th 30F/-1 [9.30] A hard white frost. Lots of sunshine today but hovering around freezing. Light SE winds. The room has dropped to 60F/15.6C overnight. 38F/3.3C in the greenhouse. I have lit the stove. Up at 8.50 after a busy night followed by dreams. I was seriously thinking about getting up at 6am but fell asleep again. Then I was dreaming about cycling on the outskirts of a strange, hilly city. Now I realise that I don't ever dream about cycling. Which seems odd.
I hope to fetch more logs today. I'll ring the vendor to make sure he will be there.
10.50 Back from a walk in bright sunshine. The recycling lorry hasn't been yet. It was chilly but with little wind to spoil the proceedings. Three swans were decorating the prairie. A very unusual sight. Though they were within a stone's throw of the lake just beyond.
Where do DFDS get their drivers? A vast container lorry came arond a blind corner on completely the wrong side of the road. Supposedly protected by double white lines. [Which run for miles/kilometers!] Then he drove up to the brow of the following blind hump. With all wheels on the wrong side of the double white lines. He couldn't blame it on me. I was standing right at the back of the verge. To allow him a free shot at the bend. He could not have seen me behind the hedge. His only excuse was excessive speed and poor driving skills.
The firewood vendor is on holiday again until the weekend. He has told me I can always collect some logs there to keep me going. I can pay with my phone as usual. Though the labour involved is a deterrent.14.45 35F/1.7C. Back from a 16km ride to the village and back. Via the long route through the forest. Returning by the direct route. It was freezing! A large bird of prey left the drive and moved to a tree. Perhaps suggesting it might safely return once I had gone.
Dinner was an organic chop, mushrooms, cherry tomatoes and boiled organic potatoes. With dollops of organic butter. It was absolutely perfect. I washed up while it cooked.
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