...Well and truly I'm afraid. Taking it easier today. No kitchen floor scrubbing, no cleaning other than the chook house. So far all I have done is scrub out the pizza oven until some yellow tailed black cockatoos started to drop pine cones within a foot of me, then I bailed for safety. Wracked up a while load of garden leaves into pills which the high winds are now redistributing. Brought a load of wood in the house, and another 2 into the studio, cut up one of the pond lilies (think that is what it is, could be something else, actually I think it is something else thinking about it) and cleaned it before moving out to the pond with the 3 fish in it which has no vegetation whatsoever, rested in the studio with the wood burner lit (it was another bitterly cold night but luckily no frozen pipe so I think I have sorted that out...) found a newt of some description, so refilled the 3rd pond. Had lunch which is where I'm at now. .
