Talking to the animals

I had an uneventful drive down to Ziggi and arrived in the early afternoon. Her sister was here, having been to stay overnight. We had met at Zig’s birthday party earlier this month. Not long after she left, another friend called in to say hello and this evening, Zig’s elder daughter phoned from Australia. So it’s been sociable. And tomorrow, Mig is going to call in to see us.

I’m in Zig’s spare bed now, along with Eva the cat and Bertie the dog. Another cat, that I think is Gary, is at the top of the stairs and Indi is somewhere in the room too. It’s all very comfortable. Tomorrow morning, we need to do some pony wrangling as the farmer is going to cut the hedge in their field so they need to be penned first.  We’re taking out another friend’s dog as she will be out all day.  Zig and I talk in a wistful sort of way about her coming to live with me with all her animals. There’s plenty of room. I say that she would have to live in the house with me, as Roses is in the annexe and she’s fine with that. There’s plenty of room for the horses and I could turn the black cowshed into a stable.

Oh well. It’s nice to think about.

9 comments on “Talking to the animals

  1. Roses

    You do realise that I’ve just done a little happy dance?

    That would be brilliant! Please say she’s going to come?! That would be so incredibly, amazing. Damnit. I’m running out of superlatives. feck.

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  2. Z Post author

    It would be excellent, and I can always do a standing order with the wine merchant. Fingers crossed that she’s well enough to make the journey for the blog party, anyway.

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  3. Z Post author

    Alex can advise on beekeeping. Rose fancies having a goat, but she’s on her own there, frankly. Same with sheep, there are too many things that can go wrong, from fly strike to black udder. I prefer growing vegetables, the worst that happens there is blight.

    If you lot all want to start a commune here, that’s fine with me, but do let me know before I find my dream house by the river, or it might be too late!

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