I finally put the tortoises outside for the day today – if it had just been Edweena, it would have happened some time ago, but I’ve been feeling protective of the little tots. However, being outdoors is certainly better and more enjoyable for them. I have plans for their long-term housing, but have not quite got it set up yet, so it’s been a temporary arrangement. I went out sometime around 4 o’clock to check on them and found Edweena half-buried and asleep, one of the babies snuggled under a piece of bark I’d put in for them and the other heading that way. So I took them back indoors and will put them out again in the morning.
Zerlina and I have been busy – she helped a lot with the tortoises, she’s done painting, we’ve been out and about – she was intrigued to see the self-service system at the dairy farm, where you take your own bottle to get milk from the dispenser. Meanwhile, Weeza has scrubbed and cleaned their house and applied long-acting pesticide. They still have no idea how the infestation happened and can only think that a small friend on a sleepover brought the creatures in with the overnight bag, unlikely as this sounds. At least it wasn’t bedbugs.
After all the strenuous gardening and lawnmowing, preceded by a day walking and standing in London, followed by one doing much the same in Norwich, my left hip is in worse condition than it’s ever been. I’ve found it difficult, sometimes, to do ordinary activities such as picking things up from the floor, climbing between strands of a wire fence and sitting on a low chair. I trust it will improve over the next few days, but have to accept that it’s a turning point. On the other hand, I still feel so lucky that it’s a worn body part that can be cut out and replaced and, in the interim, will give a degree of disability but no actual illness.