Meg came home and told me that, having had a closer look, Finn does appear to have friends after all.
The 12 degrees weather forecast has now become a cyclone. I have been googling cyclone to see what that means. I have discovered that whatever it is, it goes round in an anti-clockwise direction in the Northern Hemisphere and clockwise down our way. So it's a bit like wot goes down the sink. The rest remains to be seen.
Spook went gathering wood with Tony tonight. Kate went with Tony last night and got home after 10pm, exhausted. Spook got home at 8.15pm, having sunk a few beers in the Albert Town Tavern. They did have a trailer load of wood, but Kate felt cheated. Now they have declared Thursdays to be wood gathering night. And if you buy 8 wee cups of beer, you automatically get entered into the prize draw. There were no winners tonight and the roll-over to next week is $3500, so they are feeling lucky. Tony says we should take the Scottish girls next week, get some work out of them and throw their luck into the Tavern arena. The good news on the wood front is that the government cut down pine trees, which they hate as they're not native and if you get a license, you can go and chop them up and take them home. I was about to spend $250 on a load of wood, so I'll have to weigh up the beer costs and lost husband time against the dollars.
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