We went to Snape Proms last night, to see Georgie Fame. Yes, darlings, he still is going strong and his voice is as good as ever. It was a great evening with a fabulous atmosphere, everyone went out happy.
I still have no idea whether the chickens have worked out how to use the new feeder. I took out a few leftovers to them this morning as usual and tapped the bar to get a few grains down, but otherwise left them to it. When I went back after lunch, the plate underneath was newly covered in dust, but I don’t know if that has any significance. Chickens raise a lot of dust. The only way I’ll know is if the feeder runs out of feed, so I scooped out two bucketfuls and only left a small amount, which they should be able to finish in a couple of days. I threw them some food because it seemed mean not to, and they dashed for it at once. I dunno. Blue Witch assures me they’ll learn, so I suppose they will.
I don’t suppose anyone has a steam press? I’m thinking of buying one, which will be big enough for tablecloths – folded, of course. The one I’m pondering is 90cm wide. It’s an absurd amount to spend really, but I’ve reached the age that, if I want it and can afford it, I don’t have to justify it to anyone. But, if it doesn’t have a satisfactory result on heavily embroidered linen tablecloths, with lace, pulled thread work and all the embellishments, it’s not worth it. I don’t mind ironing the rest. Not that I do a lot of ironing, but I think I’m getting tidier in my old age.