Elle has been away for a couple of weeks and called in to pick up and wrap some presents for her family that she had ordered over the internet. We’re planning to go to Norwich tomorrow to see The Hobbit.
The Sage has been off on the train today visiting old and close friends and distributing presents.
I’ve done housework and not a lot else. What else I have done was mostly chillin’.
Al and Dilly’s house purchase has gone through and they are moving over the weekend. The Sage and I will rattle around like marbles in a steel drum. Still, we’re both the solitary types. He has already declared that my piano can go through into the bungalow so that I won’t bother him – politely, he didn’t say the last bit, but that was what he meant. I offered to move through there entirely, but he didn’t quite want me to do that.
I have picked up a milk bottle for Blue Witch. If anyone else would like one, let me know. I think they would make attractive storage containers, I will acquire a few more.
Very sadly, a calf was stillborn here today, a breech birth that was unexpectedly early, though this seems to have been a mistake in terms of dates (not the farmer’s mistake, what he was told) rather than prematurity. The mother seems okay, she had a rough time though. When I went to the farm to tell Jonny about the cow in trouble, I managed to wade through some slurry and I think my trainers will be whiffy forever more. I don’t mind the smell of cow myself, but I might not make friends. Still, dogs will like me.