And not Black up here in The Dales I must say - we are just not cajoled into spending our hard-earned money on things which are supposedly 'special offers' for Black Friday.
It has been the most beautiful cold, sunny, still, late Autumn day - the kind of day when it feels good to be alive. I have a friend who has had a severe stroke and I was conscious this morning of how J would be missing her beloved birds as she lays semi-conscious in her hospital bed.
I have finished my Christmas shopping (says she boastfully) - mainly because most of it has been done on line. I am now going to sit down and finish writing my Christmas Cards. That only leaves me to make four Christmas cakes, which I make every year - one for us, one for my son and his wife and two as presents. I shall just make those in odd moments as and when I have an afternoon at home - and I shall enjoy it, knowing that the pressure is off.
I am going out to lunch tomorrow with friends and looking forward to that greatly. Always something to look forward to - that is the solution for me.
**Hot off the press.
This afternoon the farmer came in half way through the afternoon having slipped into the beck while cleaning in out (it was blocked with weed and backing up so in danger of flooding the field).
Totally wet from the waist down he got a good telling off from me - not for getting soaked but for doing a job which I don't think he should have been doing - he should have got someone in to do it. So his clothes are all now in the washing machine and he is warm and dry again.