We had our first heavy frost that stayed all day yesterday, 12th December.
It will soon be time to get the Christmas decorations down from the loft. It would have been done before now but for the contents of the kitchen being spread about the dining room and conservatory which are the rooms we decorate.
Last time I went in the loft I was busy sorting stuff when something landed on my back and gave me the shock of my life. Needless to say my reaction was to straighten my back and lift my head. There isn’t room to do so in the loft. So the shock was followed by a sharp bang on the head. I swore, loudly, and tried again to straighten. That resulted in another bang and the sudden attachment of ten claws to my shoulders. At least that identified what had landed on my back. I swore again. She disappeared into the dark. I called for Partner-who-loves-tea to assist me. No point in catching the little blighter if there was no one to hand her down to. No answer. I then texted her. Texting one’s wife from up in the loft! Ah well, I suppose modern technology has its uses. By the time Partner-who-loves-tea appeared at the base of the ladder I had caught the offending moggy and could hand her down to be locked away until I’d finished in the loft.
So now, every time I go in the loft I have to make sure Ivy is locked away first...
"Who?" Me? I'm just enjoying the view..."
"Just two more steps, ít's easy this."
"I know that's how he got in there."
"Curses, foiled again."