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 – zoesprake@gmail.com, 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.
Mid-May to mid-July, I should think, Saturday or Sunday.
I find shouting rude words pretty relaxing & liberating, of course when nobody is around, so while driving a nice shout … Occasionally slamming a pillow to the ground also helps. And I admire your politeness towards the cold caller, I do not know whether I would have been able of this.
Is chicken wrangling a Norfolk specialty ?
I remember once, piling up cushions and hitting them very hard. It was immensely satisfying. I had three more cold callers today, all wanting me to answer questions for a survey. Yeah, so they can sell my answers and I can be bothered by a lot more companies. I don’t think so. I was decidedly terse, though still polite of course, by the time it came to the last. I also find it quite demeaning to the obviously Indian callers that they are obliged to call themselves by very English names.
Actually, my speciality is rabbit wrangling and I have the scars to prove it.