Well, I was upset – but it’s no one’s fault, but if I’d been there it wouldn’t have happened. But we start from where we are, not from where we wish we were.
The little hen has had several baths – just her head – today and can open her eyes and has eaten a tiny morsel of cheese and had a good drink. If she can eat tomorrow and the wounds don’t get infected, she’s going to be all right, but they’re fairly big ifs.
The guy who’s bought the contents of the workshop and wood barn has got going again, having realised I’ve been pushed to my personal limit. I was still polite but I was forthright – not as forthright as I can be, but not many people see that.
I’m being interviewed and photographed (not for my sake but for the china) on Monday – woo hoo. I’m not usually big on this sort of thing but I want the publicity so will grin like a loon.
I have spent the evening with Rose and we sank a bottle of wine and a big gin, so I’m more than usually coherent.
My fridge was to be delivered between 7 am and 2 pm. It arrived at 12.40, but at least the driver phoned half an hour in advance to let me know. All the same, having put on the alarm for 6.30, I was awake from 3. Pah.