We have had heavy frosts again this morning. I conclude this side of the mountain is just colder. Having James home has meant a few changes - he's got to be at work in Lady Barron by 8, and both of them are getting home later. It's meant I get to walk out to the gate at 7.15 and there was ice on the puddles this morning. Still lovely having him home and I think he's learning a lot and hopefully enjoying himself. He went to see today and got wet and cold.
I'm, I hope, getting myself back toward myself with the writing. I did quite a lot of tidying today, which is always a good sign. New books come from a clear desk (which by the end of the book is cluttered with open reference books, notes, maps, diagrams and empty coffee cups)
We have a rat eating my onions. It's in the old chook yard, and I can see the holes. It's quite far from the house, and well fenced, so cat proof without a lot of effort. Some kind of trap is needed. A big one - it's a big hole. A rat called Kimberly, perhaps?