Yesterday we went to visit our friend the Log House Lady. She has a beautiful old home about 40 minutes north of us. We always enjoy a visit there.
On the way there it was rainy
Then it cleared up, but looked rather threatening in the distance
We arrived, chatted and then had a delicious meal of bacon, veggies, mash and crumble for dessert. I could hear all the chat and joined in with no trouble at all. Well no trouble for me. I don’t know about the others I just can’t stop talking.
While we were clearing away there was a terrificly loud crash that shook the house to its foundations. The thunder had started again so we grabbed out cointreau with crushed ice digestifs and headed for the porch where we sat and listened to the rain pouring down. If LHL thought she had escaped my incessant chatter she was wrong, i can now hear well enough to chat in the dark. There’s no escape.
MLM stayed indoors and watched the log fire flicker.When we left to come home the rain had stopped and the harvest moon was shining through the clouds.