Still not been able to tape the door up and the draughts are creeping round my lumbago something rotten. Got hold of a sweep at last turned out to be a right ornery boggart.
Amos had to run all the way in front of he from the highway like Elijah afore Ahab so he didn't lose hisself in the woods. Been sweeping since 1950 and still scarrit of a few old trees. Still Effie says the rustling in her ceiling ceased now so maybe the nasty things have crept out, still I won't be at peace now till we have a proper woodshed to hide them in once more.