Friday has arrived with bright sunshine.

My day is shaped though by the aftermath of Storm Éowyn.

Monday I needed to contact some old friends to help me solve a problem in another friends garden. A playhouse had been lifted into some trees that bordered on a road.  I couldn’t solve the problem immediately but they were able to sort things out. They have a weakness for buns so it seemed entirely appropriate to reward their efforts with baked goods.

Although I did check out all things tree related in my friends garden in case I needed help again. The weather gods had been kind, so our bun* eating was unfettered by any actual physical labour today.

Buns, tea and immense amounts of chattering were interrupted by my dogs testing their dog-proof fencing. One Bantam and one chicken were quick to alert us that the dog-proof fencing had a design fault. Poodle crosses and poultry are not a peaceful or particularly safe combination but the novelty of the moment kept the chooks just one step ahead of the dogs.

Very exciting times for January.

• Spell check keeps correcting bun to bum. Why did I not use the word cake?