Christmas looms and our little market town has gone mad today (market day). All the fruit and vegetable stalls, the fish stalls, the butchers - had great long queues and people were rushing hither and thither as though tomorrow was the big day. The local band was playing carols in the square. The supermarket was so busy that there were no trolleys to be had and even if there had been there wasn't room to push them between the people in the aisles.
What is it with folk that they seem to have this need to stock up on so much food? After all, the shops are really only closed on Christmas Day - most of them open again on Boxing Day morning, at least for part of the day.
I came home from town and the farmer and I, with Tess, went the thirty miles to Sedbergh to meet our God-daughter for lunch and to exchange Christmas presents. Well, it should have been thirty miles but two thirds of the way there (it was pouring with rain by this time and the cloud was down low on the hills) the road was closed and we had to make a twenty mile detour, which made us late. Coming back we made the same detour, only to find that when we reached the turn off the road had been opened in our absence!
Still, one more job to tick off my list.