The weatherman misled me yesterday. So did the Met Office weather gadget. They said it was going to be misty overnight. They did NOT say that the mist was going to be so thick you couldn't see 50 yards (sorry I'm not fully metricised yet). So when I went on a mercy mission for crisps, chocolate and cigs to the nearest garage (4 miles away - nearest Sainsbury's is 4.5 miles away!) down tightly twisted roads reflecting medieval fields I was lucky to get above 20 mph. Fortunately I was only person on the road. No cars. No deer. No horses. No ghosts. Nothing. I heard a plucky pheasant signalling that the shooting season had started. Will he still be there in February?
Earlier in the day spent voucher for winning story on pair of cords from M&S. Only supplier who does my waist and inside leg automatically. No need for (trouser) legs to be shortened. Mine are short enough. The story How Nathaniel saved Doris from a fate worse than death won the 2009 Penshurst Short Story Competition. For the sake of completeness, Nathaniel is a dog and Doris is a youthful, lusty, grandmother. At the end of the 1000 word story she gets off with the Shepherd, owner of the sheep that attacks her.
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