Night To Remember Continued...

The lighting strike- or strikes- that blew our electrics- also decapitated a conifer on the neighbour's back lawn and completely fritzed the electrics that control their front gates. Their house alarm went on moaning for as long as it did because the system doesn't have an "off" button- and a man had to be sent for from London (in the middle of the night) to disable and re-set the system.

Our four year old grand-daughter- who is visiting us with her parents- and staying in a caravan at Winchelsea Beach- managed to sleep through it all.

The Clock Has Stopped In The Night.

I wind the clocks on Sunday- only sometimes I forget it's Sunday.

In the olden days you went to church on a Sunday which made Sunday different and you didn't forget to wind the clocks. Of all the reasons for going to church this was probably the best.

Yesterday was the middle day of a Bank holiday weekend and we had children and a grandchild rushing round playing frisbee and hide and seek or sauntering around admiring the garden and cheating at croquet- and it was all rather breathtakingly wonderful- and not like a normal Sunday at all- and I forgot to wind the clocks.

Ailz usually gives me verbal digs about winding the clocks and even she forgot about them.

Never mind, the sun got up anyway. I think the birds must have woken him.