And yes, it's been chucking it down all night and all this morning.
The outdooor cats are slinking about wondering if they'll be noticed if they take a dry snooze in the furthest recess of the attic among the sheepskins, and the All Saints arrivals (what must be a record six vacation-house chimneys smoking) are looking rather glum in their Timberland jackets. Mind you, the hunters are undeterred - the first shots were fired exactly as dawn broke. Jakob! is confined to baracks.
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Sunday, 31 October 2010
Red sky in the morning...
And yes, it's been chucking it down all night and all this morning.
The outdooor cats are slinking about wondering if they'll be noticed if they take a dry snooze in the furthest recess of the attic among the sheepskins, and the All Saints arrivals (what must be a record six vacation-house chimneys smoking) are looking rather glum in their Timberland jackets. Mind you, the hunters are undeterred - the first shots were fired exactly as dawn broke. Jakob! is confined to baracks.
The outdooor cats are slinking about wondering if they'll be noticed if they take a dry snooze in the furthest recess of the attic among the sheepskins, and the All Saints arrivals (what must be a record six vacation-house chimneys smoking) are looking rather glum in their Timberland jackets. Mind you, the hunters are undeterred - the first shots were fired exactly as dawn broke. Jakob! is confined to baracks.
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