This titile I have decided is going on Gavins headstone. He has a habit of needing to go and do something but getting distracted by having a cup of tea before he leaves (I wonder if anyone has the same issue?). So this morning at 11.15 once I had mentioned that time was getting on and had he remembered he was taking numbers 2 and 3 to music this afternon, so there were not as many hours in today as maybe he thought there were, the usual response of I am just finishing my tea and then I am going was uttered and lo and behold the title for todays blog was born.
Well it looks like I inadvertently missed a week for which I apologise. I blame my son, because he is not here to defend himself, who passed his driving test, so I rediscovered the freedom of being able to send someone else out to do the farm shopping/fetch the children, and lost the usual panic stricken scehdule of not enough hours in the day, was lulled into this false sense of comfort and security and the hours slid by unnoticed.........
Wow it has been a mini holiday.
In amongst my sleepy hollow existence I have completed my books for the accoutant, handed in my TVA forms, cleaned house for a client returning from his winter residence, had three more lambs pass through the intensive care unit in the ktchen, finished reading an excellent book for book club, "The Secret River" by Kate Grenville, which created a very good discussion and debate at the club meeting which was fun, voted twice in our hotly contested mayoral seat elections and remembered to send my Mum flowers for Mother's Day. Not bad.
The weekend coming up is looking fairly hectic as the calendar has fallen in such a way that I will have to do some serious work in the next couple of days, with 3 markets and 2 delivery runs happening within 5 days. Ho hum maybe I will get the rest of the month off..............likely story methinks. Especially as the main flock will start lambing very, very soon, so my already tired husband will be even more tired. (He loves it though really.)
When I walked into the kitchen this morning I discovered a set of twins waiting to be fed.
I have discovered this week that I don't really like ducks and I miss our chickens. Ducks steal all the lamb food, do very smelly, slippery poo outside the front door and have no sense of direction in flight, in fact one has just flown into the chimney and there is ash all over the floor now. Our chickens were all demolished by the foxes, but they seemed to have more of a cleaning up function around the garden and didn't eat so much of the lamb food and they provided a useful source of protein. Yes I know ducks lay eggs too but they seem to go off and hide them somewhere so by the time you find them they are usually ducklings.
See you all soon