Sunset rush

When I was seven or eight years old I saw, in a flash of dust motes, that housewifery wasn't for me. In the last year I have been more involved in housewifery than ever before. My original opinion still stands. But at least our weekend guests will have food and clean shelter.

Rain stopped in time for sunset. Grabbed the dog, scurried out of the village and down the lane past the cow fields, dodging white vans and quarry lorries on their way home for the weekend.

Have had my eyes on the trees as an emergency blip for some time. Today was their day. Black marks are crows coming home to roost, not dust on my sensor.