Hey Ho

I thought I would try it

It felt a bit naughty though because

I have not been able to do it for such a long, long time

But being alone in the cottage has just given me the opportunity

to give it a go

It proved to be a little bit of a  tussle

But after a couple of years

of elasticated waists

I have just managed to get into a 34 inch pair of pants!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorrel

I have posted this older video, because it does feature a brief appearance from Sorrel, the buff Orpington who had an impacted crop.
I took her to the vets today as I have been unable to clear the blockage so to speak, and the 12 year old vet who I suspect had never handled a hen before was "allocated" to us ( I was hoping that the sex-on-legs George Clooney lookalike was on duty but unfortunately he was "in surgery")
Doogie Howser seemed very nervous and was a little unsure of exactly what to do .He kept nipping out to discuss the case with the George ( who I was hoping would have popped out to give us a second opinion!) and left the consulting room no less than three times.
After weighing up the fact that this practice only performs this kind of procedure under a general anaesthetic and the fact that Sorrel was so frail, we decided that putting the hen down was the best bet and the kindest thing to do.
I couldn't help noticing that when the Wunderkind started to administer the final injection his hand shook, so much, he missed the blood vessel in the hen's wing
As a nurse that has supervised so many Junior doctors over the years I knew exactly the best thing to do.
"They are really difficult to get aren't they? I couldn't do it....... you're doing fine" I said with an encouraging smile.and I spread the wing out wider so he could see a little better.
He tried again
and a couple of minutes later the hen had died peacefully.
Ebb and Flow...
Ebb and Flow...
and Doogie Howser euthinized his first chicken at a cost of £18.70p

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Weight Watcher's weigh in 14 stone 10 lbs
Weight Loss last week 1 lb
Total weight loss since 2nd Jan 1 stone 4 lbs

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The Meter Reader

I was just about to start a blog about the merits of modern day phenomenon of "The Bromance" ( alongside the obligatory steaming cup of coffee) when the electricity meter reader turned to, interrupting me for the third time before 9 am !

I am trying to fit in a few jobs this morning, The buff Orpington who had the impacted crop, still has not shifted the blockage, so is presently sat quietly in a black bucket on the kitchen table waiting to go to her vet's appointment at 10am, I have a load of eggs to hand deliver and I have promised to give a friend a lift to the doctors before midday.

The meter reading guy is a morose kind of character who never stays long when on his rounds.He runs the gauntlet of dogs with his usual dead-pan expression, takes his readings then leaves with his usual comment of " see you next time".

Today he walked into the kitchen, and after giving the forlorn buff  a glance without saying anything, he side stepped Mabel who was waggling her bottom rather energetically into George's face and went into the lounge to read the meter, followed by William and Meg

On his return he pointed to Mabel and uncharacteristically asked

 " what's up with her?"

"She's desperate for a shag" I answered as Mabel slow danced backwards yet againwith a hopeful smile on her face.

The meter reading man's expression of gloom never changed

"I know exactly how she feels" he said sadly and left without further comment.

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I'll blog about the buff and my weightwatchers weigh in later when I have time

One Fanny Too Far

Sometimes it is interesting to see yourself though someone else's eyes

It doesn't happen very often,as I am sure we all possess that strange subjective ability to view oneself in a more than glowing light

But, at certain rare times , I think It can be rather amusing to see what other's do

The resulting image can come as a bit of a shock!

Last night, I took a patient handover from a new itu nurse who has an interest in chickens

As it turned out, she is in fact the grand daughter of a lady who was my mother's best friend for over 25 years- a fact I found to be rather surreal..so not only did we have a brief chat out past times, we waxed on fairly lyrically about the beautiful colour of aracuna hen's eggs.

Now I have not been at work for 18 days (bliss) so throughout the night, during those brief moments of quietness between turns, hourly observations, drug administrations and alarm silencing , I regaled my colleagues with fascinating stories of pig culling, meat freezing,blind Rooster tales and goose re homing....

At 5am I was quietly discussing Mabel's sexual adventures

when a patient chirped up from his bed, nearby

"Enough animal stories please"

and added somewhat testily

"You're boring the tits off me!"

Point Taken

Geese gone!

The geese have been duly collected and have left the field sat meekly in the back of transit van.

I am just about to leave for work, often Saturday night can be a little busier on ITU, so we have eaten a wonderful "home grown" pork chop ( the size of my head) for tea as a treat.

It's been a strange sort of "nothing" day.... hail storms this afternoon were a bit of a shock..... and the sex starved Bulldog is still flashing her bits around to all

Have a Good Weekend all

The Walking Dead "I hear Nebraska is nice"

This is a bit of a classic episode
Intelligently written and well acted.. give it a watch if you have not seen it
I really rate it

A Slut In The Living Room

Mabel is in season

Now.....having been through the constant "come hither...goo goo eyes" that Constance exhibited when she was ready for a good seeing to.... we are sort of prepared for the rather nauseating shenanigans female bulldogs get up to as they approach " that time of the year".... mind you.... having said this...Mabel's behaviour towards a somewhat surprised William and an even more horrified George is presently bordering on a porno slut from Hell rather than the more demure eyelash flickering employed by her predecessor.

Presently she has been banished to her sofa in the kitchen after all her Mae West-ish attempts at seduction have failed to achieve the required sexual pleasure........I had to move quickly as Chris was being driven to distraction by constant glimpses of Bulldog fanny being waved around the living room with such gay abandon

Never a dull moment

Ebb And Flow

The break up of a long term relationship is always a sad experience. Of course it is a terrible time for the two central protagonists   and for each of their immediate families but it is also unfortunate for others to watch such disintegration and sadness.

Someone I know split up with their partner last year. It was their decision, and a difficult one no doubt, and like a good friend I tried to be objective and supportive with what was happening.

But something happened to my friend as the dust began to settle.

They changed

Every time we met, the conversation always came around to how awful the "ex" was and this bitterness and bad mouthing has increased every time we met up for  a chat.

Yesterday I decided to to let them know how much I think they have changed and effectively, I guess, I ended our friendship because of how negative things have become.

Perhaps pure objectivity is just too much to ask of someone eh?

Perhaps sides just have to be taken....

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On a brighter note I think I have rehomed Thomas, Elizabeth and goose. A local woman rang last night looking for some more geese. She needed some company for her 24 year old ( yes 24!) bird....and will come to visit this afternoon to give them all the once over..... here's hoping that she'll take them.... ebb and flow.... it's all ebb and flow here...

This morning, an old aracuna lay dead underneath her perch, at the same time as spunky old blind Rooster Cogburn started to crow lustily in his newly found baritone voice.

The fully re feathered Crackhead whores are now fully integrated into field life and are looking healthy an happy and this morning I will start to clear out the deserted pig pen ready for new occupants...... ebb and flow.......ebb and flow............ Hopefully the geese will go, freeing up the old turkey house for something else  and more fertilised eggs will be hatching beneath a couple of broodies when they start to sit in a month or so's time.

The Indian runners have started to lay their blue eggs again too...... as Elton John and Tim Rice would say

"it's the circle of life"