I’ll look in my diary soon and come up with a choice of dates. In the meantime, if there are any days when you are not free (and assuming you’d like to come) then please let me know – firstname.lastname@example.org, or the comments, of course.
The chickens are being quite naughty and choosing to sleep out. Yesterday, I left the hen run open until after dark and then shut them in, but there were about ten who roosted in the shrubbery. I’d rather they came home, so I will shut them out of the run until the afternoon so that, when they want to eat corn, they have to wait for me to open up and let them in. There are seven out tonight, I know where they are but I wasn’t dressed to go in and wrangle chooks.
I read, on another website, about someone who heard his vicar carefully enunciating “the prayer that Jesus. taught. us.” Which caught his attention enough to realise why. I’m so sorry if you find me blasphemous, darlings, but I think that’s very funny and I really want another tortoise now, so I can call him Jesus. Although in another way, three tortoises are three too many. I really don’t know if I want to have tortoises for the rest of my life, though I am rather fond of them.
Another little meltdown tonight, I went round shouting rude words. I’m ok again now. I’m not angry with anyone or anything, just an unaimed anger that is better expressed to the walls around me than to any poor, lovely individual who crosses my path. Indeed, I was perfectly polite, if dismissive, to the cold caller who rang this evening.