Catch up

There is one thing worse than being worried about and that is not being worried about! This evening two old friends Nige and Jonney H, called to check up on me. They had read last weeks blog and thought I was not my usual bouncy "Rebecca of Sunny Brook Farm self!!"....
I am glad they called......we had such a good chin wag, I was late for locking up the hens!

Ok..Ok it's a pig update

One of my blog readers have complained I have not blogged much about Gladys and Nora. so I thought I would give you a brief update on them both.
As you can see the extra tit bits from locals ( bread in particular) has had the desired effect on their waistlines and both girls have put on an acceptable amount of weight.....to be honest I now have to be careful about what else they eat as pot bellied pigs can become obese very easily.
Compared with my other animals the pigs lead rather a bland and unassuming life. They eat, drink, bicker occasionally and sleep...and boy do they sleep!......at least 95% of their day is earmarked for their straw filled bedroom in the old duck house.
In the few months they have been with me, they have become tamer and more accepting of my presence and touch..but still they sleep all day every day.
They remind me of Joan and Betty our old cats........always present in the background but more often than not overshadowed by the more excitable and showy animals......
(pic) Nora trying to pull the Sainsbury's bag out of my pocket!

The Circle of life (perhaps Disney would make an allotment film?????)

Finally the rain has come, and although fine weather has been forecast for today, a light drizzle has quenched the thirst of all 5 of my vegetable beds, which had been dry, dusty and lacking that deep, deep green of early summer.

I let all of the hens out into the wet this morning and counted all of them out into the field. As I was dragging the broody buffs off their eggs in an effort to make them drink and eat, I caught sight of Albert standing over a small body in the grass.

He looked at me as if to say "I didn't do anything", and I walked over to fine one of my original hens, (one of the last Andrew's sisters) collapsed on the ground.

It is a sad but inevitable fact that the hybrids are well past their sell by dates now and all of them will be shuffling off this mortal coil very soon. but at least I have provided them a huge,green and generally peaceful environment in which to live out their days....

The mist and rain feeding the allotment this morning

Feeling safe

I like routine I always have,I guess this fits in with my tendency to OCD and my need to cross off the lines of mental and written lists I make for myself daily.
The animals all have their own (natural and imposed) routines and I kind of enjoy how they tend to dovetail into my life.
Every morning Albert appears from his sleeping hideaway to catch me (and this is not too savoury a fact!!) on the loo! Without fail he will saunter up and wrap his paws around my hand and standing on his back legs he will rub his face against mine. I would enter a photo of the event here but taste and decency prevents me.
It shouldn't surprise anyone that the two groups of runners, being totally neurotic and constantly hysterical, have a fundamental need to adhere to routines. When they are faced with anything (and I mean anything) different from the norm they fly into tantrums of Bonnie Langford-esque proportions. Last night was a case in point. As usual they were lining up to return to their duck house, but because I was working until 8pm and didn't get on the field until 8.45 ( three quarters of an hour late!) a low grade anxiety and hysteria had started to build.
All their heads were up and the nervous quacking has commenced and the" let's run around in tight circles and panic" mode kicked in full force, as they spied that I had left a small trowel (yes TROWEL!!!!!) on top of the duck house. Only when I removed the offending article did they enter their house, muttering loudly to themselves as they did so! I could quite happily slap each and every one of them!

(above is the nearly full grown ducklings-still neurotic and screaming!)

This evening we are off to the Crown (Which has re opened recently) for an early dinner. I have promised to dress smartly.....Chris' stress levels couldn't take me looking my normal scruffy self

The 12 chicks in their run

Blanche and the rapidly growing Haleh in their run

Not being arsed........well almost

Somethings you just can't be arsed with, others you just have to be arsed with!

After a twelve hour shift, it was a blessing to get onto the field for some feeding, watering and locking up therapy then it was grand to collapse onto the couch (covered with the obligatory carpet of dogs and cat) to veg with a pepperoni pizza (No mushy peas to be seen Cassie!!!) whilst watching Jurassic Park III .JP III is a much much better film than Jurassic Park 2 but does suffer from the most unsympathetic female lead in modern movie history..... in the guise of the terribly brittle Téa Leoni! Mind you it redeems itself with the very tasty Alessandro Nivola (pic) and the Mother Theresa faced William H. Macy

The three fat buffs sat on their eggs in the hen house today, have smashed all but one of their eggs as they battle for nest supremacy....it is a pity as they have sat on their eggs for 9 days.....I will have to check for day old chicks locally for them to adopt!.....yes the circle of life continues

Fish and Chips on the beach

The local council could do a great deal more with Prestatyn Beach. Presently there are no classy facilities to enjoy....no restaurant, no little tea room, no bandstand and no pier; ok we do have a very scenic promenade, but apart from that and an over expensive car park, we have little else.
The famous Offa's Dyke ends at Prestatyn Beach (for those that don't know Offa's Dyke is an ancient earthwork constructed in the 8th Century to separate the Welsh kingdom of Powys from the Anglican Kingdom of Mercia. Apart from the above sculpture and a bog standard cafe, this important national feature is hardly celebrated locally.

Anyhow Chris has been working in Cardiff today, so instead of a preparing tea late, we had fish, chips and mushy peas on the promenade,which was a huge treat. It was a treat for the dogs too, as the four of them sat stock still in the back of the berlingo waiting for scraps! It is the only time they are beautifully behaved!

Chris reminded me of the time a good few years ago now, when I used to drive over to Prestatyn from Sheffield in his red nissan micra to take my mother for an outing from the nursing home she was in. One afternoon I took her to the beach to have some fish and chips, and as she was tucking into a portion of mushy peas she had a coughing fit ( she was a chronic bronchitic so coughed long and often)

Being quite frail, she couldn't quite open the window quick enough to provide a safe exit and a cough turned into a sneeze, and suddenly the whole of the car was filled with a ton of half chewed peas!!

we were finding them weeks later!

Gay Therapy

I still feel a little "out of sorts" today and it is rare for a black mood to stick with me more than 24 hours!....so I have had to resort to the "big guns" to pick me up a little.....first was a long gossip with Nu (she was on her lunchbreak at work) and the second was a blitz of cleaning and furniture re arranging!-I know, I know it is such a gay stereotype...to be polishing and moving tables, then backing up to see if the rearranged item looks "just right"....but it DOES work when moods have to be lifted.
As I type this I can feel that the bleach I used to clean the kitchen floor, has removed most of my finger prints!

I called down to see my sister's allotment today.She has a co-operative venture with 8 or so other middle aged despots down in Prestatyn, and all of her vegetables look leaps ahead of my produce (except for my HUGE cabbages), I took some duck eggs down as a payment for a score of runner beans they donated to me last week, and managed to wangle more nasturtium plants from them to inter plant between my veg rows.One of her partners, Janet, has kindly volunteered to help Chris and Sister Janet in the tea tent when I open my allotment on the 5th July.

All About Eve (almost)

I have been slightly pissed off today, in fact I think my face must resemble Margo's from the above photo from All About Eve. Now generally I am a fairly upbeat kind of person, so being a bit low bores me , so I was very much looking forward in seeing the only showing of the Bette Davis classic at Prestatyn's Scala this evening.
Anyhow it wasn't to be as Hazel's babysitter let her down at the last minute!
Bummer! That just about capped the day
As Bette once said
""There comes a time in every woman's life when the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne."