"I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, "(Margo Channing)
Just at the right time
I got home this morning tired and rather shopworn, so it was lovely to find a late birthday gift from blog supporter Cassie waiting for me by the back door!
I couldn't have asked for a more thoughtful gift......herbal foot cream and wait for it.............PROPER COFFEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Idaho blend and Loose Moose Far North blend!!)
I was tickled pink!
Thank you again Cassie....it made my day
Temper
The two baby chicks who were rejected by Lily yesterday are doing well under the heat lamp by the way.
I have just been thinking about a rather unpleasant conversation I had with a villager in the week. I won't go into details but this person felt as though they were entitled to some information which I thought they were not privy to. After a brief exchange of views, I ended up being rather snappy
I cannot abide bullying, nor can I abide little man syndrome, so when I am on the receiving end of such behaviours I can lose my temper quite easily, which is not always the best thing to do in a small community.
I wish, sometimes that I didn't react so quickly. I envy those people that can balance themselves and then are able to put someone in their place with a dignified one liner. I just get angry and flare up, but hey at least the people on the receiving end know exactly where they stand on a particular issue which is perhaps the only positive to be had.
It may sound a little ironic but despite my slightly battling nature, I don't enjoy conflict at all
Chickens may safely Graze
The weather again is beautiful, and I have started to thin the cottage plnting in the back garden.
Sunday is always a time for Radio 4, The archers and Kirsty Young on Desert Island Discs.......today we had a very old but sprightly sounding Dennis Healy and "sheep may safely graze"...
Night shift tonight
Chris Back tomorrow
Caerwys Show
Treats
Since going VERY part time, money has been tight. Not as a couple you understand, but my own wages are well perfunctory to say the least. Now I know that I will have to organise more bank shifts to pay for those extras such as coal, the car tax and service, vet bills and the like but there is one good side for being generally, well skint! (apart from the animals of course)
When you are skint, you appreciate those small treats that before hand you always took for granted. For example, now I really enjoy proper brewed coffee!, I go goo-goo over AA batteries for my digital radio, and a cold diet coke on a hot day (I am the only one that buys them from the village post office!) is wonderful.
My sisters do not understand this fetish I have with coffee and batteries, but have indulged me when buying my birthday and Christmas gifts... they cannot quite understand how I appreciate these little treats as much as something less run-of -the-mill.
Anyhow I am going to the Caerwys show with William in tow at 11am I will post some photographs of the event later.
ps (I am taking some proper coffee with me in a flask!!!)
Observations
Albert has grown into a delightfully warm adult cat. He has spent most of the day hunting along the field borders but will often re enforce his affectionate bonds with the dogs by running up to each one and rubbing his face against theirs. Even Maddie allows this show of over familiarity, and for the briefest of moments will stand still as Albert greets her.
It sounds rather stupid, but this sweet little behaviour moves me greatly.
Four of the hybrids have been struck down with the Broody bug, so that makes an exhausting 8 birds that are not laying any eggs! I am going to the Caerwys agricultural show tomorrow which is renowned for its poultry, so I may be able to buy a couple more chicks to help break them .(Above), George chasing a rabbit at teatime- suffice to say there was a great deal of barking and nothing caught.
This evening I am in the middle of collating the Flower Show history and am working at our Arts and Crafts bureau at the bottom of the stairs....My netbook fits beautifully on the tiny workspace...The cottage is rather quiet without Chris