We're in Cornwall (specifically, Downderry: a village on the coast between Plymouth and Fowey) for the week.
(1) It has been either too foggy to see anything further than the tree in next door's garden, or too windy to stand upright outdoors.
(2) The house (three floors, the owners have the top two) has had a plumbing meltdown causing hot water in the toilets but none in the shower.
(3) The main switch trips every time one shuts the cutlery drawer even slightly vigorously.
(4) Charlotte has taken up residence on the sofa with her laptop and refuses to leave.
(5) Looe turns out to be far from the 'charming seaside town with golden sandy beaches' described in the brochures; it is instead a slightly greasy tourist trap overflowing with unlovely shops selling shells, dreadlock wigs and Lladró figurines.
(6) Daisy's Café, which welcomes 'children (check), muddy boots (check) and dogs (singular, check)' and which is at the top of a very steep hill, was closed.
(1) The views when the fog clears are stunning. The sea is dark and stormy and we can see Eddystone lighthouse on the horizon.
(2) The house is cosy and has a toasty coal stove.
(3) The owners are lovely, and terribly apologetic, and have had small armies of plumbers attending to the problem.
(4) We have a superfluity of box sets, making staying indoors an attractive proposition (Misfits, the Inbetweeners, Dr Who, Glee, and the first two series of the West Wing).
(5) Downderry is lovely and we are going to try out the Inn on the Shore for dinner tonight.
(6) Looe is, according to The Times, the fourth best place in the UK to celebrate New Year's Eve.
(7) The walk we did yesterday from Seaton to the Monkey Sanctuary (closed in winter - which is just as well as Hobbes and monkeys probably wouldn't get on so well) was beautiful.