Nothing Much

• After a shift at the hospital, I eat breakfast, feed and water the animals then take the dogs for a brisk morning walk before going to bed for a couple of hours. I have found that if you squeeze every ounce of urine and poo out of the pack, then they will all, come to bed and lie still and quiet for the duration........this is what I noticed before bed
• Animal Helper Pat caught me swearing and waving my arms madly at rooks stealing the poultry corn on the field from her bedroom window. she must think me a loon.
• The man who has moved into Beryl Evans' old house  has a vintage campervan, I wonder if he is the sort of character to enter something in the Flower Show. Mentally I make a note to drop him off a schedule when they are are printed up. The new owners of the recently sold bungalow  on London Road and the tenants of Anchor House will have the same courtesy. I'll recruit new entrants if it kills me
• The ever cheerful foreman on the renovation project houses next to the village hall congratulated me on the wedding as I passed. He's off on a stag night to Dublin tomorrow and is looking forward to be getting pissed!
• Auntie Gladys has some new bright yellow daisy flowers standing proud in her front parlour window
• There is new scaffolding up against the south wall of the village Hall, I 'll have to ask affable despot Jason what is gong on.......oh and when I do I will have to let him and Gladys know that they were mentioned in Chris' Brother's speech at the wedding! How great was that?
• When I got home there was several late wedding presents to open. Two beautifully wrapped bundles of cards from Angry Parsnip ( bundled with a tea towel cleverly closed with multi coloured chop sticks!) a bottle of champagne from Meurig and nia from up on the main road  and a card from Old Trevor from behind the cottage whose knackered 90 year old knees seem to be having a new lease of life this springtime.
• I have just got into bed and I'm typing this before I fall asleep...it's cold and I have my woolly hat on....all I can hear is the chatter of the sparrow flock in the honeysuckle by the front door, the snoring of a bulldog and the faint honk honk of the geese in the wind.