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It rained the other night. A lot. So much so it woke me from my slumbers. Not that I sleep well but I did wonder what the racket on the roof was, looked out o'er the Minch and couldn't see it due to the vertical rain - and darkness.

In the morning I wandering lonely as a cloudy day down to t'croft where The Tractor was awaiting attention from Crofter's dad as it wouldn't start. Got a tad damp and everything.

Mr Crofter meanwhile was in the warm of the tooth factory busily making teef. As you do.
Life goes on.