I'm a bit of a fan of strictly come dancing, not the dancing itself really, but more the journey the celebrities take whilst learning this new skill. I was doing a bit of an argentine tango myself this morning, flicking my legs up and around - if only to avoid the kitten who was wrestling with them whilst pleading for some breakfast.
We used a small radiator in the bedroom last night, deciding to hang the expense. We are getting fed up with the top duvet being damp to touch and its only December.
I wanted a relaxing bath the other night and our friend Alan had suggested we use his huge gas burner to warm up the place. We have been a bit scared of said burner, as it looks a bit like a jet engine and we were worried about burning the house down, but Neil fired it up and pointed it into the bathroom. Very well it worked I must say, although I did nearly burn my arse when I sat on the wooden toilet seat having got out of the bath some time later. It was almost worth the third degree burns.
The ducks are still protesting the demise of their siblings. I came downstairs yesterday to find a very large and wet pile of duck poo in the hall, and as I fed the horses a duck ran very loudly across the tin roof spooking them. It could just be me but I am sure it's a conspiracy.