Back to some normality today, and what a bleak, damp and cold day it is.
In drips and drabs condolence cards have arrived at the cottage, from village friends, the Rector and the Parish Council, and the flower show committee... and Pat (my unofficial animal helper) dropped off some flowers as did Sylvia from Byron Street.
People have been very kind
I would have liked curling up in front of the fire with a good load of dvds today, but alas....the usual and the comforting circle of jobs all still have to be done and so.......
The goose house needed a clean , so the usual onslaught of gander bites had to be endured
Mabel had to be taken out with the others for her daily dose of dog walking practice
|I look like shit|
Boris looking more chipper than I did at 8am this morning still needed carrying out to the field... note: his eye has miraculously improved
The Crackhead Whores still looking rough as a bear's arse..all needed their "build up" treats
Beatrice, the hen with the stroke , still needed some of her own physiotherapy as her coop is opened up
This lovely piece of music by Ludovico Einaudi, is the order of the day