I just cannot seem to get myself going today.
I may be coming down with something.
The weather is drab and wet.corpse has been thoughtfully deposited by the catflap in the kitchen, a corpse I squashed with a bare foot as I staggered towards the millicarno coffee tin in the dark of early morning.
(If you have never had the pleasure of standing full force on a dead rat with bare feet believe me, it's not really a bag of laughs.)
It's a day for such minor irritations!
Gloria, the turkey has actually lost her eye in that spat with Bingley, which has given her a somewhat sinister affect.
Russell, the gander has a limp again
and I need to clean the duckhouse out today ( A FOUL job especially when it is raining)
and to cap it all I have "burnt" my bum on the toilet after I had forgotten that I had bleached the bowl and seat earlier this morning.
I could quite easily go back to bed.
But of course I wont!
Spurred on by animal helper Pat, who has just called around with a ton of out of date food for the birds after she had cleaned out all of her kitchen cupboards , I have just given myself a severe talking to and am about to pull myself up by my proverbial bra straps in order to get those dirty jobs done.