Woke up to the sounds of banging, rattling, pushing and shoving this morning. Went downstairs to see what was going on and was surprised to find out that it had been caused by a hollywood blockade.
I ended up with the beautiful piece of holly wood pictured left after felling a tree which had grown taller than the house. It’s been in the garden ever since, waiting for me to decide what to do with it. It’s a heavy piece of wood and far too fine a specimen to end up as nothing more than fuel for the stove.
The wind was fierce last night and I did hear quite a commotion going on outside. Turns out much had been blown around, but the holly trunk toppling over did the only piece of damage. It fell across the kitchen door handle and created a serious obstacle for the resident smoker to overcome on her way out for her first puff of the day.
It’s either Fate telling her to stop smoking, or me that it’s about time I put the shapely piece of holly wood to good use. Or both.