Our accountant is such a decent chap. I thought I’d have a list of stuff to collect (I have two returns to file, the Sage has one) but he was able to extract all the information from us – though my personal affairs were sorted and printed out, darlings. Except for one bit, which I was able to look up in a moment, as I was R’s query.
Next year, it will all be in order from the start. It’s the first of my resolutions. I have no need to wait until the new year, I make any resolutions when they crop up.
The bantams are adorable and have finally accepted me and trust me. When the Sage is strong enough to look after them again, I won’t leave it all to him, but we will look after them together. I let them all out yesterday and thought that they’d all returned, but evidently I’d counted wrong (unless we’ve acquired an extra) because the black hen with a ginger-flecked neck was clucking on the lawn this afternoon. So I – look, darlings, I spoil those hens. I have no problem with this, it’s not as if they are going to take over the sofa and make us sit on the floor – opened a tin of tuna, mixed it with oats and bread and used fragments to entice Indi back to the run. She happily followed and went in of her own accord. I hand-fed BBB (big brown bantam) because she always asks me and threw the rest for the rest to forage for.
The chickens are moulting and have gone off-lay, From 10-18 eggs daily a couple of weeks ago, we went to 6, then 5, then 3 and, yesterday, just 1 egg. But today there were 4. It’s quite enough and a relief not to have dozens to dispose of.
You’ll notice that Russell is The Sage again. His recent illness has encouraged us to put all problems behind us and let idiocies go. Any mistakes were due to illness, all will be well.