No really, I didn’t sleep. Ten minutes, sometime between 1.40 and 2.00 am. I got up at 3.20 and roamed around the house disgustedly until the blackbirds started to sing. I’ve nearly fallen asleep a couple of times today, but I’d rather not, now it’s this late, and hope I’ll sleep tonight.
Enough about a singularly boring subject. I did get a cuddle with Hadrian today, he was awake and tranquil – he doesn’t really cry, which is just like his father was as a baby. Last night, he didn’t go to sleep until 1, but only woke once during the night so they felt they’d had a good night’s rest.
I phoned Charlotte this evening – you may remember, she’s my half-Dutch friend who visited a couple of months ago. She was very over-stressed at the time, which I didn’t say, and she’s been in hospital, recovering. She’s fine now, and has decided to live in England again, which will be good. I rang to tell her about Hadrian.
The front field was cut for hay yesterday and baled today. Those huge, 6 foot diameter bales. The grass was short, but full of good seed so will be nutritious. However, hay will be in short supply, the bales are worth £80 each, but Graham needs them for winter feed, he won’t be selling them. Mind you, that small amount of rain we had has made the grass green up surprisingly. Big Pinkie, the friendly and elderly cow, will not join us yet. She is in with a field of heifers, teaching them to take life slow. 400 is quite happy on her own, Jonny phoned earlier, and suggested bringing 77 back now she had settled down. We said no…frankly, if she wanted to leave again, I’d not stand in her way.