It’s been a quiet day at the Zedery. Wink wanted a break from unpacking and so LT and I wrote a few Christmas cards. The list gets shorter every year, it’s just not got the appeal that it used to have and we keep in touch with people in other ways now. Wink had a lot, of course, because she wanted to let everyone know her new address.
I’ve got an actual genuine business meeting tomorrow – not the fake sort at restaurants punctuated by Happy Birthday celebrations, but a probate valuation. Unfortunately, it means leaving the house well before 9 am, which isn’t really my thing any more. With makeup on, into the bargain. I put some on on Sunday for the first time since my auction. What has become of me and will I ever go back to the Z I used to be, I wonder? Prolly not, frankly.
As I went down to feed the cats this morning, a muntjac deer burst out of the kitchen garden and ran down the drive. Wretched things. They’re timid, but it doesn’t stop them coming into the garden and spoiling everything. I suspect that better fences will be required in the long run – I wouldn’t mind them if they just ate ivy and a bit of grass, but they’re quite destructive. Still, if one aims for a wildlife haven, one can’t complain too much if the wildlife isn’t what you’d ideally choose to attract. Barn owls, bats and hedgehogs are totally welcome at any time.