I was signed out, as sometimes happens, and I finally discovered the message that you get when you’re signing in (unless you remain signed in, I suppose). I can’t remember why, but I did ask Ro to insert a captcha/veriification and I think this one is quite funny. So my apologies, and maybe I’ll become less paranoid at some time, but I haven’t been taken over by rogue ‘bots and it’s all ok.
I’m barely keeping up with things at present, though I have bluffed my way through so far and will continue to do so – the trick is, not to lie about it. Say ‘oh bugger, thanks for reminding me, I’ll do it now’ and you are sympathised with and forgiven. Pretend it’s right there on your desk in front of you and you might get away with it once, but that’s all, and it’s benefit of the doubt at best, even then. I stopped doing that about 30 years ago. Just own up and take responsibility, or admit you need help.
The week has filled up. So on Saturday, if you look closely into the corners, there will be dust and cobwebs. Sorry – let’s take it that you then go home and feel pretty good about your standard of housework. I’ve invited you because I like you very much and hope that you’ll enjoy a get-together and there will be Food! And several of you are bringing Puddings! Which is very kind. I have quantities of wine – well, of course – and a visit to the supermarket will bring in the non-alcoholic stuff that most of you will drink most of, and the main course is planned. It’ll be simple, meat and fish and salad and cheese.
The last few days have been a bit busy with sorting out insurances and so on. I’m still not quite there and will tell you more in due course. Edweena has been grumpy today and probably exhausted, and hasn’t eaten – I’ve only seen one of the tots but, from the amount of food that vanished, I think they both ate. The chickens knocked over their 6 litre water container, so went thirsty overnight, silly girls. I’m not sure if I mentioned, we found one last week that had been living away, naughty girl – I wondered if she had somehow got out, but managed to count them and we’ve got 29 hens and a cock, so she is certainly an extra. Russell has taken pity on a broody hen and put four eggs under her – I can’t help hoping that only one will hatch.