I thought I'd escaped storm Doris until a neighbour mentioned a tree down at the far end of my garden. I went to inspect, and it's likely that other unpleasant neighbours have cleared some trees on no-man's land, possibly for anothe sneaky attempt to extend there, and now preventing the wind break that stops the trees flying. I have the problem of getting that fallen tree sorted, but not the end of the world. Wicked thoughts of getting it chopped into pieces and piled on their clearance.
While looking my dog took off into no man's land, and came back muddy, and what is worse, a good roll in fox poo. I simple can't get him upstairs an into the bath any more. Took several hours of sponging him, and chucking dettol all over the kitchen to prevent me from ingesting nasties.
It had been a good day up until then! I'd managed to walk the dog briefly in the morning, then actually walk out to get my hair cut. I knew I'd suffer after all this, but I can't believe how much.
Sorry for the long post, but I need sympathy 😭