I thought I’d get on upstairs, and was cleaning the bathroom when there was a knock at the door. Not the bathroom door, the porch door. I scurried down and found Graham – Graham who has sheep, not Graham who has cows. After our chat, I never did go upstairs again, so the bedrooms are unfinished and I’ve now been shoeless all day. This may not be unusual for many of you, but I always wear shoes about the house. Always except today, that is. Inevitably, I’ve had to keep popping outside for one reason or another, so my feet have been quite cold and damp most of the day.
I’m attempting HTML line breaks, we shall see what happens. I only know the most basic HTML, I have to admit, just enough to inset a link, a hidden message, italics and so on, and I’ve never found it a great shortcoming in life. But if I want to use the iPad for posts – and it certainly beats sitting in a cold study with just a candle for warmth (we’re old-fashioned as far as heating is concerned and tend to put coats on) – then maybe it’ll be necessary, although I have got symbols for bold, italics, strike through, link, photo and block quote. Not paragraphs.
Enough of that, darlings, quite boring enough. So, I hope you are all set for a splendid weekend, and Christmas if you celebrate it.
I’m less set than I was, because I received my tax return from the accountant this morning. I have to admit, I was a bit disappointed. Having paid two years worth of tax last year, I thought it would be rather less this time around. However, apparently I still owe nine hundred and something from last year, have to pay upfront for the current year (it’s being self-employed that does it) and am, of course, having to pay tax on this year’s full income, whilst I have about £3,000-worth of expenses to off-set, but that won’t be taken into account for another year. First world problems, hey.
We shall not end on a low note, however. Least of all, me bleating because I’m fortunate enough to have enough money to pay tax on.
There is certainly some good news. The Sage went to see the cockerels today, and he says they are lovely. Quite small and very friendly. They follow James around and he can pick them up and give them a stroke, so that’s brilliant. He had eight eggs hatch and, fortunately, four of the chicks were female. I don’t know, because I didn’t ask, if the other two boys are being kept by him or have been found another home. I’ve suggested to the Sage that we make or buy a second hen house in the next few weeks so that, as they each gather an entourage of females, they can, if they wish, make separate territories. We hope they won’t fight. They’re about six months old now, so should be well ready for fatherhood by the spring. It’ll be lovely, having chicks about the place again.
I’m going to feel no end silly if all these line breaks haven’t worked.