Mr FF spent Sunday putting back some of the gutters that had come down, this time with more than one screw in each bracket (thanks builder) and the front of the house at least is repaired. The side elevation isn't so urgent as the water discharges onto the garden path and not onto the steps where we walk in and out. Today I've washed away all the debris that came down with the gutters, we've had some sunshine and I'm in totally denial about the snow forecast for Wednesday.
My leg is fine, no permanent damage though the bruising is still coming out. Sympathy here is in short supply, in fact the only response I had from Mr FF was 'you do bruise easily'.The garden is bouncing back too, after being under snow for a month pots of winter flowering pansies and primulas that I'd forgotten about are still in bloom and these plants at the front door have defrosted and I'm hopeful will survive. The weeping silver pear was almost bent to the ground for weeks but has started to right itself and I'll stake it once I can get to it. Its been quite a start to the year but nothing compared to the disasters so many people are suffering, for that I am very grateful.