The picture at the top of the page is an 18th Century Lowestoft cuspidor, otherwise known as a spittoon. It is there to show Tim and will go in a day or so. Slightly lowers the tone, don’t you think?
I spent all afternoon on the Sage’s laptop. In a using sense, not a squatting one. It was fine, if dispiriting. I had about 25 documents to download, several to type, then I had to combine the eventual 23 into a PDF with a rewriter – which is the reason I couldn’t use my computer, the programme isn’t compatible with Macs. Every time I downloaded a file, I had to resave it to the desktop, because I couldn’t find it. Where on earth do they go? I looked all over. In recent documents, in downloads, I conducted searches – I daresay it’s absolutely straightforward once you know, but I don’t know and I couldn’t find out. Still, the job has been done and sent out and I’m ready for my meeting on Friday. I’m not yet ready for Wednesday, but there’s still a day in hand.
I downloaded an app that means you can handwrite directly on to the iPad, using your finger or a stylus. Using my finger works, but can anyone tell me what to use as a stylus? My finger handwriting is dreadful! It’s very convenient in other respects, but I really do need a tool to write with. A leadless pencil doesn’t work, nor does a chopstick. Mind you, one of the things I bought it for was to be able to write musical notation, and that’s fine. Nothing complicated, it’s simply that a clarinet is pitched in B flat, so to play with instruments pitched in C you have to go up a tone. And, every time I write it out, I use it and then lose the paper between then and needing it again, several months later. So having it on the iPad will be a Boon and a Blessing.
Big Pinkie decided to leave the meadow again this morning. We had a phone call from Jonny, saying that another farmer had seen her. So we went and searched, but we couldn’t find her, so concluded that she’d moved on to another field with lots of cows instead of her friend 109. However, the farmer has since moved the rest of the cows and left her. “Could you lead her back?” asked Jonny this evening. Well, only trouble there is that she will follow but not be led. So one would have to walk half a mile with nothing but a bag of tempting apples to stop her turning into someone’s garden or getting spooked by a dog or something. The Sage has not been able to find out where she got out, but I suspect her of having opposable thumbed hooves. I have not forgotten the time, several years ago, when she let herself out of her field, into my kitchen garden, ate all my sweet corn and went back to the field again. We never did know how she did it.
I think I mentioned a while ago that Jonny has started to sell unpasteurised milk from the farm gate, and very good stuff it is too. His mother makes clotted cream, and sells 10 tubs of it a day. Clotted cream is not hard to do, but needs care, as it’s quite a waste if you go off and forget it. Hers is delicious, I’m restricting myself to tiny quantities but still feel that I will gain a whole lot of weight if I indulge more than occasionally.