Yagnub had its street market today – one of them, anyway. It started with the Christmas one, some 40 years ago, which we used to come over to, though we still lived in Lowestoft then. It was an evening do for the first few years, but then it was decided to make it a whole-day Sunday market and to add other events too. So a May plant market and a July antiques fair were added and, last October, a food fair too, which I’m sure I wrote about and it was brilliant. I’m more a spectator at the antiques and Christmas bashes, though I have shopped on occasion.

Today started out dull and mild, which was a lot better than the wet chill of the past few days, but the sun came out later and it was lovely. I hope all the stallholders did well. I bought from several of them – at least 6 – and made 4 trips back to the car with all I could carry. Wink and I also had lunch, some spring rolls for her and a very good beef curry for me, with mulled cider.

Unfortunately, one of the cockerels became poorly a few days ago. It came out of nowhere – he’d been the boss at the beginning of last week, I watched them all. Stringfellow was hopefully picking up food and dropping it to attract hens, but he didn’t dare do the encouraging chirps because Jenga Junior was close by, not taking any notice of Stringy but clearly in command. Jenson was in the henhouse. Only the next evening, JJ was looking a bit sorry for himself and not up on the perch, and the next night I fed him by hand and made him comfortable for the night. Yesterday morning, I put him in a coop on his own, but I wasn’t optimistic. His eyes were getting dull and he’d lost his appetite. I felt him and his breast bone was sharp but his abdomen seemed very round and I wondered if he had a tumour. He died in the night. I won’t know why, I’m not attempting to find out. All the others are fine, so it’s nothing infectious. Jenson and Stringfellow seemed amicable, so I hope I won’t have a problem with them quarrelling.

Wink is in Norwich tonight, as Ro is taking her out to dinner and the cinema for her belated birthday treat. I had half an avocado and scrambled eggs for dinner and I seem to have run out of things to do. I have a whole lot of online Safeguarding training to do, but that will have to wait. Absurdly, each organisation that wants you to do it has its own system, so the higher-level training I have to do for the school doesn’t count at all for the church, which wants me to do 3 modules, each taking an hour and a half. I’m a bit pissed off, frankly. I don’t mind doing it, but there should be standard training and the certification should be okay for any organisation. It’s not something I want to tackle on a Sunday night, anyway.