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Half an hour ago…

Because it’s not obvious, his location is my lap. Also not obvious: his other side is soaking wet. Equally not obvious: we are both seated in the only comfortable chair in the whole place.

We fight for it. I bought myself a little second hand tablet computer specifically to use as a Kindle when I sit in that chair, but the cat usually wins.

As for the wet, it has rained here every day for weeks. Everything is soaked. The ground is all slippy. My chicken runs are mud and the chickens are miserable. I’m thoroughly sick of it.

The weather isn’t always like England in England, but sometimes it’s the most England place imaginable.


Comment from RD
Time: November 7, 2019, 9:35 pm

But… But… every episode of Downton Abbey shows beautiful weather!

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: November 7, 2019, 10:03 pm

That’s different. Who would dare allow it to rain on the dowager countess?

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: November 7, 2019, 10:19 pm

I have money in the market.
I wager on the Dow.
You see where this is going right?
So I’ll stop.

Rain? Cold? Wool!
Wool is your friend in rain or shine.

Wool Kilts!
Millions of sheep and thousands of “Old Ladies from Hell” can’t be wrong.

I have some very nice gold wool British Army officer’s blankets – you people must spend a fortune on their cots, these things are king sized!


And I dint pay what these fools are asking either.

Comment from Mark Matis
Time: November 7, 2019, 11:14 pm

England’s weather is surely why the Remainers want to turn you into a province of Germany!

Comment from Mitchell
Time: November 8, 2019, 1:50 am

I love rain. I’m totally wasted in the desert.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: November 8, 2019, 2:53 am

I like the cat’s pom-pom tail.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: November 8, 2019, 4:25 am

Oh, the joys of a wet cold fall in an old farm house. The smells of wet cat, wet wool, wet chickens, and wood smoke. The chill of cold wellies when you slip them on, the thrill of putting on fresh underwear in a cold bedroom… memories.

But you’ve also the pleasure of a hot cuppa strong tea, a thick piece of toast with good butter and jam, that special heat from a real wood fire that soaks into your bones, and your favorite big sweater that has breakfast with you every morning.

Not such a bad life, not bad at all.

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: November 8, 2019, 7:30 am

I didn’t realise you’d visited Badger House, Some Veg!

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: November 8, 2019, 1:09 pm

I wanna be where Some Veg’s memory is!

Pleasant suffering.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 8, 2019, 8:27 pm

It’s worse than that, Deborah HH. The very tip of his tail is black, but he has a white ring just before that. That cat has the goofiest paintjob, I swear.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: November 8, 2019, 9:39 pm

Oh I can almost see the black tip against the plaid.
I do like a black and white cat; we have a B&W neighbor cat. He swaggers out each morning and surveys his kingdom; we are usually eating breakfast when he comes out, and I watch him through the kitchen window as he makes his rounds. We live on the edge of town, and have several feral cats in our neighborhood, but Top Cat (my name for him) is a scrapper, and runs them off.

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