

Holiday Blog: November 2022
The creek down below the house is roaring with another flood, which means that instead of gossiping with guests eating smoked trout pate, green soup from the contents of our garden, and dark or white chocolate, orange biscuits, my most meaningful conversation today has been with the microwave. It beeps orders at me with the dark enthusiasm of a Drill Sargent. ‘Take out contents now!’ ‘You have not yet removed the contents!’ ‘Stop immediately and attend!’ ‘I don’t take orders