Today, I have mostly unwound. That is, I worked quite hard this morning, digging over the bed where Edweena and (in a separate enclosure) the Tots will live, but I did have help from a local teenage boy, so we dug together and chatted amicably. The area is roughly 100 square feet, we did half each. Roughly. The sides will go in tomorrow and I’ll rake it over, plant out various tortoise-friendly plants (deadnettle, plantain, clover, vetch etc) and some bits of turf too, and I trust it’ll all be fine.
I made a sandwich from the salt beef I cooked the other day for lunch, and then went and got a rug (I was chilly and tired) and put on the tv. I want to get the most out of Netflix – it’s free for a month and then seven quid a month, which seems very reasonable to me. And I watched three episodes of House of Cards and the first Hobbit film (which I had seen at the cinema in fact, though I haven’t seen the second one yet) and I read The Times and the Eastern Daily Press and the Beccles and Bungay Journal, and reading all those all through is quite unusual nowadays, especially on the day they come out.
It was a misty, moisty morning so I didn’t put the tortoises out. Yesterday, I kept them in under their lamps and they ate more than they had all week, and basked happily. I left Edweena’s vivarium open a couple of inches at each end for extra ventilation, but heard scrabbling later and discovered that she’d opened it nearly enough to get out, naughty girl. So she’s shut up tight.
I’ve done a bit of searching around online and bought – ordered, I should say – some kitchen scales that weigh in single grams (for the Tots), and a food mixer because the gears on mine have packed in. The scales are for the tortoises and the mixer is for cakes, because Roses and Indigo are due to come for tea on Friday, all being well. I hope it arrives by then, or some strenuous hand-beating will have to take place.
Wink rang during the morning, with the result that we’ve arranged to meet in a couple of weeks, to go to the Matisse exhibition at Tate Mod, have lunch and – well, we’ll have some time in hand to do what we want. She booked the tickets, I’ve booked my train – I must print out the tickets.
Ok, I’ve done that. Very convenient.
I’ve got minutes to check and the deadline is Monday, darlings. I’d better do a bit this evening.