Just took the hounds for an afternoon stroll around the block (big one's not the pup - he tucked up inside my fleece and went for a ride). The wind is really blowy out. Greyhound not chuffed and just got to the woods, did business and turned, very determinedly, for home. Even the terriers were not happy at the first proper wind for a while.
I have a nice cuppa, which was required after ringing the HA who still don't know if we are moving this weekend or not. They will know by 5pm Friday when it will be too late to hire a van. I cannot believe how useless they are being. 39 days so far. They have to let us know within 42 by their own rules. I cannot tell you how frustrating this all is.