there are blue skies and there is sunshine (it's a bit of a shock).
it is quite cold though. horsemouth's plan is to go and muck out the hen shed and then at some point he will womble the eggs up the hill (because it is probably better to do it today rather than do it tomorrow as it were). if he has any spare energy he'll start potting stuff up in the greenhouse or digging over the garden to put some compost in.
in the evening maybe a zoom call with howard. his mum will be busy with the rugby.
at the moment (as he types this) he has a cup of tea and call feel the sun on his feet (and he's typing this).
he's just had to nip out to turn off a tap that he'd partially opened whilst it was frozen (and then failed to turn off properly). the water sparkled in the sunshine (that's how he knew).
the hen shed and the front wall of the garage are quite damp - he thinks that's the cause of the electrical problems with them. at the moment though he can't see the blown fuse or tripped circuit breaker. he's going to leave them to dry out (if the weather will let him) and see if that improves things.
the lights in the hen shed are not so important right now - the chickens are laying well, we are rolling into spring when there will be more daylight to be had. the electricity to the garage has two real uses - it powers the spare fridge that his mum keeps the milk in and it powers a motion sensor activated light on the front of the garage.
now the spare fridge will become useful (when the weather heats up).
there is an underground cable that runs over to the garage. horsemouth thinks the hen shed is on a spur off the domestic electricity circuit (the power cable is suspended in the air and emerges from the attic).
in the afternoon/ evening a battle with the garage door (it's old and fucked is horsemouth's diagnosis). a pleasant zoom beers session with howard (he's reading the god of small things having read carmilla). some confusion with TESCO.
all problems resolved horsemouth listens to music and (because the ten o'clock news is delayed) goes to bed early. he finishes off station eleven (having told howard about it).
the morning. it is rainy and horrible. horsemouth feeds the chickens. some of the hardier ones have come out of the shed for an explore.
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