Oh, good grief. At least our long run of storms was in June, and then August and September (and left July fine for Anna's wedding); it interfered with building the chicken pens I needed to finish and knocked down bits of the old peach tree with frightening regularity but you, well, you might as well be living in the freaking Aleutians or Haida Gwai for the weather you've been having: the Irish Sea is not meant to emulate the North Pacific!

Julia, we've been having eight to ten degrees of frost overnight and fog, so the biggest threat to our health and happiness is drivers loosing their grip on road ice and taking out power poles: so far, so good?