For one night only

Last night we were sitting reading in our cosy cottage in Blakeney when I heard a cracking sound above my head. It sounded to me as if the ceiling, which had an ominous looking crack in it, was thinking about falling down, so I moved my chair and told MrsK to shift off the sofa. Thirty seconds later this lot landed just where I had been sitting, and another slab of plaster landed on the sofa.

This morning we contacted the agent, who found a nice little fisherman's cottage for us in Wells-next-the-sea, just for one night. The owner of the first cottage couldn't be contacted today, but he's in for an expensive surprise.

Home tomorrow.