No sounds of cars, no tractors or other farm machinery, no planes or helicopters. Even the chickens seem to be going about their day without making a sound (and I have checked that Brer Fox hasn’t been visiting). Were it not for the occasional burst of birdsong I’d be worrying that I’d gone deaf overnight.
Can’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that my wife and daughter are off at a market selling bags and accessories that my daughter makes from (mostly) denim that local charity shops can’t sell. More than my life’s worth to suggest such a thing…
