There have been incredible wind-storms here. Every night the trees start creaking and the cat flap starts flapping, and the polythene covering on our utility room "window" starts to billow. Sometimes it sounds like we are on a ship miles from the shore.
At the weekend we walked up to the Wood, which is a sort of island of rough ground, surrounded by our farm, but owned by someone else. The owner never ever comes there, but about 15 years ago he put a caravan on the plot in a desperate bid to gain planning permission. A series of access disputes ensued. We won. The caravan has lain empty ever since. This weekend we went up there and saw that the side has been ripped off by the wind. The windows have blown out. The insides of the cupboards are now open to view, even though the doors are shut on the inside of the caravan. It looks like the set of a film, or footage from the scene of a hurricane.
The surrounding wood is a scene of devastation. A couple of birch trees have lost branches, one has been uprooted. Even the rabbit warren looks as if it has been tossed into the air with a pitchfork.
So it has been so tempting just to snuggle into the sofa with my back to the window, sometimes knitting, sometimes just gazing vacantly at the new Boden catalogue (oops!). feeling safe and (relatively) warm.
This week the builders are coming to demolish the old utility room. The one with a feed sack covering the space where the window should have been, rope tying the outside door shut, and eerie scrabbling noises in the ceiling. The ranks of mouse traps have been removed, and the washing machine is now in the kitchen along with a pile of salvaged saucepans (for future dyeing experiments?).
And my Cinderella yarn has arrived.
Deep breath - here we go!
P.S. The German yarn? After an initial order acknowledgement, I never heard from them again. No reply to my email. Total silence. Maybe just as well!