Day 119 - Little things mean a lot.

Well the gates are all finished. But what a faff for the poor "gate-man". He had almost done when he realised that the drive gates he had had made for him were too small. He wasn't amused. He had to go off and get more wood. Take the ones that were too small apart. Remake them on the drive. Meanwhile it started raining with a bit of snow thrown in for good measure. The Domestic Goddess had been supplying constant coffee. She then chucked in a bacon butty so he didn't freeze to bits. But they're all done now and Baggy is very pleased with them.

Hormonal Hannah also feels much more comfortable with her little palisade back in place. Furry Mama can now also relax that Minty Mutt is safe. And, that if Hinge or Bracket attempt to go out of the front, the gates will deter them from shooting into the road. Fortunately their territory seems to be at the back of the house. Unfortunately, it means that they have even less road sense than Minty Mutt.

The "gate-man" left. The Domestic Goddess decided to make Baggy some butternut squash soup. As she was wrestling with the squash (note to Clever Bird: next time get the pesky stuff ready-cubed. It is not easy to peel at the best of times, but with Baggy's not completely healed arm. Well, it's a bit of a miracle that The Goddess still has all her fingers on her left hand). Anyway, as she wrestled, she heard the front door open. Clever Bird assumed that Baggy had not shut the door properly and it had blown open. She ambled through to shut it, only to see her lovely husband struggling in with a bag of coal. He'd spent his break buying coal and bringing it home for Baggy so that she wouldn't get cold. Bless him. He literally stacked the bags in the "store", brought one in and put it by the fire. Then went straight back to work. What a lovely thing to do. It almost made ridiculous Hormonal Hannah cry......