22nd December 2013 - Sunday Morning Coming Down

The day started very bleak, with more rain storms scheduled for the next few days, and a nasty drop upstairs from what looks like a lost slate on the roof, and a leak down the internal wall upstairs... Another job to be done. Another procrastination to consider and put off - though I have contacted a friend who is good on roofs.... Hoping he may come and looka t it tomorrow...

But as I listen to Kris Kristofferson singing his famous Sunday song - it is actually rather bright outside and I should get off my backside and go and get a silage bag from the allotment and drag it back so we can clear the Chickens out. They are suffering from the weather and their straw is too wet to be healthy.

The plastic sheeting over the roof of the Coop seems to be holding despite the wind. Pity I can't do the same for the main roof.

Second day of Yule and I found a little rhyme about the Yule Log....

" And the Yule-log cracked in the chimney,
And the Abbot bowed is head,
And the flamelets flapped and flickered,
But the Abbot was stark and dead."

What ??? No he's Not !!! The Good Abbott Costello is alive and well !! And I have the photos to prove it!!!

A cast back to our earlier days when we were with the Pirates of Scurvy Scum, and we found that the only way to properly destroy the giant crustaceans was to hit them with the Holy Mandolin of Antioch...
Well at least that was my story.....

Oh well - better put some shoes on and go and drag a bag over the road......

Back to Kris Kristofferson then.....