Hypnotic

So the mastic man didn’t turn up at 9am as promised. In fact he didn’t turn up at all. Hey ho. Just four weeks and counting now to refit a tiny bathroom.

After it was obvious he wasn’t bothering, Mrs S ran me to the station to pick up my car. I was planning to cycle down but the rainy, autumnal weather put paid to that. Instead, I stopped off at the Bothy for kindling and a hen blip.

Lit the fire, had a beer, made sausage casserole and watched a film. Definitely feeling the seasons changing.