to the month of October. Someone let off a load of bangers after the pub shut and the cats went mental. Then we had a full blown thunder storm at 4 am for a couple of hours, thunder, lightening, torrential rain, hail, the whole works. The cats all had a total breakdown then, especially when the hail-stones, as big as bullets, were rolling off the roof. Nelson disappeared. Misty tried to sleep down my bed. Goggins had come upstairs after the firework episode for the first time in about twelve years and slept on my bed, jammed up against my hip for comfort, he then tried to sleep on top of me, only retreating to the floor after Misty had sniffed him savagely several times. In the midst of all this I start developing the symptoms of the local bug which seems to be affecting half of the village. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep.
This evening I collected WH from the station. He had been to a farewell party in London for several mates who are all moving to random points of the compass. Unbeknown to me he'd booked into the Holiday Inn last night.
'Waste of time, I was sick all night, must be that bug going round'
I wasn't symapthetic at all.
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