Listening to: Be-bop-a-lu-la (Gene Vincent)
Eating: Mrs D's rice pudding
Tying: Everything down
Brief break from the blog as I managed to bust the venerable laptop my brother-in-law had rescued from a computer graveyard. I was sitting there trying to find out whether the cooker I ordered three weeks ago was ever going to be delivered when something went ping, phut, phmmmmmmm.
Nothing happenened after that, so I have been deprived of access to pig websites, Reg's rantings and have had to do some work instead.
I'm writing this on Mr D's PC after a lovely dinner (tea? supper?} at their house on the waterfront opposite Pierowall village. We're waiting for the first real storm of the autumn/winter.
It's quiet outside, more still than it has been for three or four days, but it is no time to be lulled into a similar state of calm. All schools on Orkney have already been closed tomorrow and by the time I wake in the morning we should have winds of up to 80mph.
Nobody here seems particularly bothered - harsh weather being part of everyday life - but this is the only place I've lived where the weather is a genuinely interesting topic of conversation.
Anyway, the pigs have been tied down (Eric's foot is healing nicely, by the way), the hens shut in, the dogs glared at, cakes baked, milk ordered and collected, so we should be all right. . . as long as the ageing corrugated cement/asbestos roof doesn't blow off.