Bonne Annee

It was a wild beginning to the year.

On New Year's Day, Buck went up on the tiled, dilapidated roof of our wood shed and fell through.

A visiting friend was outside the house when she heard the crash, went to investigate, and found Buck dangling by some thick ivy vines.

I was in the village on a bakery run, so she retrieved the husband.

When the husband arrived on the scene, Buck crashed through, doing a good imitation of a pinball machine as he banged through the assorted rusty equipment piled up below him.

He seems to have escaped with his testicles intact, and for that we are grateful because he was just beginning to exhibit signs of his budding heterosexuality.