Sunday got off to a poor start, with a rude awakening when a bird made its way into the stove pipe. The pipe from the woodburner in the living room runs straight up through our bedroom and beng hollow and metallic it made an excellent amplification device. We were unable to lie abed listening to the bird’s struggles so roused ourselves, grabbed disposable gloves and a stout bin bag and undid the access cap. Quite
The livestock in this house is terrifying. I may hate France. That is all.