Sunday, October 12
Everyone got up late this morning, but nobody got up as late as Irma.
By the time Irma got up I had been for a long cycle ride, raked the garden, cleaned (some of) the moss off the shed roof, cleaned the guttering, and brushed all the falling leaves and berries off the road outside.
Now, after a mid-afternoon breakfast, we are at the final moments of the Stockmann Crazy Days event. We will find some final bargains in the delicatessan. It will be dark and raining by the time we get home.