Another day in Combe

Another day in Combe, went by as all the others do. As always, I am up early in the morning, as soon as the sun rises, I got into my clothes and woke Martis up, he is a good lad, always helping me out on the farm. Today for a change I told him to see to the chickens whilst I see to the pigs, he did as he was told with a tired yawn and went to work. It took a while to get these pigs right, need them good for the market. After that Marty ran of somewhere, probably to go and woo them Bree lasses and drink from the Pony! I like myself a quiet little inn, the Comb and wattle is the place for me. I met with old Archie MudBrick again, a shame that his wife, Martha died last week. We played dice and had some drinks before he left and Marty came back, a smile on his face. I did not need or want to know what he has been up to, I grabbed my stick and we went outside, another good night in Combe, the stars shining. My knee started to play up so I had to sit in my old chair while Marty did the last of his work at the farm, after that it was a nice sleep until the next early morning...