Walked (walked!) to the paper shop this morning (cue blues riff) no papers. Walked home again, just having breakfast when a tree fell against the front door! Round the back, dug my way to the shed for my trusty axe. Freed, with Mrs. fB, the front door from grip of tree. My son-in-law halped by sawing branches and we finally shifted the bloody thing.
BTW our guttering fell off during the night, but, hey! we're warm, dry and well fed.
Soon be time for Criminal Minds and a large glass of Navy Rum.
Goodnight.