Slow and steady

The day has been very satisfactory, in that Edweena and the tots are in their new homes and Edweena, in particular, absolutely loves it.  She has spent most of the afternoon exploring and her enjoyment was clear to see.  You’d not think a tortoise would show happiness so plainly.  I’ve got photos, but I’m tired and will go to bed soon, so they will follow tomorrow.  Actually, I’ve realised I’ve got rather a lot of pictures that I haven’t posted, so I should write less and put up more photos for a bit, I suppose.  I tend to go more for the thousand words than the picture, though.

If you’re a Facebook friend, you’ll have seen some of the pictures, because it was quick to do direct from my phone.  I tagged Stephen, the 15-year-old who’s helping me in the garden, and he appreciated it – I was diffident about doing it, not being sure if it would bring about teenage eye-rolling but, since he was pleased, I did it again today (that meant his friends could see it too) and he  tagged me back in a post saying it showed what a great boss I am.  That was so charming, don’t you think?

I was really tired last night, having hardly slept on Friday night, and went to bed at 9 o’clock.  I’m afraid I banished R to a spare room, it was his restlessness that had kept me awake (and I suspect I disturbed him as well).  I went straight to sleep and, with a few brief wakenings, slept through to 8.30 this morning.  I don’t know how tonight will be, but I felt so much better for it.

Tomorrow morning, I’ll have young Hadrian for the first time in three or four weeks – I can’t remember – before the Easter holidays, anyway.  I hope he doesn’t ask to make cakes as I haven’t got a mixer yet and I don’t think I’m up for creaming the butter and sugar by hand.  It’ll have to be an easier recipe than Victoria sponge, if necessary.  The forecast looks ok tomorrow,  so maybe we can spend time in the garden.  Watching tortoises run around, perhaps.

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