Annette and Rory Cox, where are you?

As reported a couple of weeks ago, Martyn got home from the shops to find a document from bailiffs giving notice of a visit two days later to seize goods belonging to Annette and Rory Cox to repay a purported five-figure business rates debt.  Dialogue ensued with the bailiff, the local council involved, and  Experian, the source of their information as to the address of the alleged defaulters.  Another letter arrived about a week ago addressed to Mrs Cox, and I gave it back to Alan, our excellent postie, to return to sender.  Another arrived today, and I opened it: a TalkTalk bill for £568-something.  The debt collectors tell me they'll report back a failed trace.  It'll be interesting to see how much more of this crap we have to put up with.  Meanwhile, I've drafted a notice to stick on the door while we're away, telling bailiffs that if they try to get in or seize goods, they'll be reported for criminal damage and/or burglary.  The next question, when I feel energetic, is to ask the bailiffs why they gave two days' notice instead of the prescribed seven.  Probably a good job I'm on hypertension drugs these days.

Sharp frosts and brilliant sunny days.  Yesterday morning I'd an appointment in Goudhurst, another in Tidebrook and finally a trip to good old Fortnums in Crowborough, so my clockwise tour of Kent and East Sussex gave me a good chance to enjoy the lovely countryside.  The Tidebrook appointment was a good chance to catch up with Jonathan.  They recently had a couple of steers slaughtered, and we have bought a box of various cuts, and all bar last night's excellent sirloins are now in the garage freezer.

Off to art class tomorrow.  I need to make a few finishing touches to a view of the Seven Sisters from Birling Gap.  Thanks to a couple of tips from Miss, it isn't looking too bad.  I'm trying hard to resist fiddling, and just need to adjust the perspective of the waves crashing on to the beach, the texture of the latter and maybe a delicate touch or two to the clouds.  Suppose I could hint at a big cruise barge on the horizon - well, perhaps not....