Well, it hasn’t taken long to kick the cake habit. I don’t even want any today. Pity really – still, Russell and the chickens can finish off the rest.
The chickens have finally started laying reliably again, having all taken a protracted break during an extremely mild winter – but most of them are very old, I suppose it’s fair enough. The youngsters have started laying now though – we’ve had several tiny eggs; the smallest are just for practice and, when cracked, prove to be filled with albumen with no yolk. Even the full-sized ones are quite small and it took six to match the half-pound of butter etc for Monday’s cakes (one might have expected four standard eggs). When you find a dozen or more eggs a day in the henhouse, it’s just as well that they’re small. One of them is enough for me for breakfast – unless one scrambles it of course. However large the (chicken’s) egg, one is never enough, scrambled. How is that? It’s a similar thing with mashed potatoes. You always have to cook far more when you’re going to mash them.
It’s Squiffany’s birthday tomorrow and I won’t have a present for her, not unless I can find something as a token – which I will, there’s sure to be something nice in the gift shop in town. I had a phone call from the company I ordered her case from – such a nice woman with a pretty Welsh-accented voice rang, to apologise that the case won’t be in stock until Monday. I looked again at the website, but I still liked the purple one best, so said I’d wait. She promised to send it next-day delivery – I’ll still have the case 8 days after ordering it and within their promised delivery period and I’m happy with the service. She was really lovely and I’ll write to tell them so.
A terribly dull post today, darlings and I apologise. I’m taking long evenings off to wind down, because I must. Indeed, I was in bed by 9 o’clock last night. Can’t talk about current events so will probably dive back into the past again, or else take a break for a few days.