It's been a few days since my last post. And I can announce...
I've got no further with the alpacas. They still won't let me touch them. They flinch if I even look like I might be simply contemplating touching them. But they do run up the paddock when they see me bringing their tea. Sometimes they look pregnant...and other times they really don't. I've decided a watched pot never boils. So I am spending less time crouched down looking to see if their teats are getting bigger. In other news...
Today's photo is silly Tilly...doing a good impression of a dog who really isn't waiting for a little nibble of Stu's cheese sandwich.
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Today I put my right foot in my right welly only to discover that there seemed to be a rolled up sock in there, as my foot wouldn't go all the way in.
Only it wasn't a sock. It was a bloody huge frog. Not sure who had the biggest shock. My wellies are now staying indoors at night. The Alpacas Over the past couple of days I have convinced myself that Minky (the brown one) is pregnant. I've spent a lot of time staring at her stomach. From all angles. I'm sure I've seen movement. According to Google...you can often see movement six months into pregnancy. So who knows...maybe in 5-6 months we'll have a mini Minky. As I've been spending so much time with the girls I can now hand feed leaves to them. And we had a huge breakthrough yesterday when Minky ate dry food from the palm of my hand. This is massive. That's the closest to me that she has been. Every day when I go to pick paca poo they both look up (at the same time)...stare at me for a while...then stroll over to see what I'm up to. Then study me. With their big eyes. I'm really enjoying them. They're quietly comical. Placid. And the soft humming is calming. Dry-stone walling We made a start on the dry-stone wall at the back of the house. That's both of us. We both made a start. However, after a few hours of low-key bickering...I stood myself down from wall duties (to resume Alpaca belly observations) allowing Stu the space to do a good job on his own. I'm here if he needs me. Once the wall is complete we can start work on the back garden. There is a lot to do - at the moment it is split in three..the back yard area, a parking area, and the weeds (and oil tank) area. The aim is to clear the weeds and parking area gravel to create one long garden - yet to be designed. Though it will include a nice long washing line. A straight one...not the horrid round one I'm using at the moment. I've checked my phone to see what photos I've taken in the past couple of days. Sadly there are no frogs in wellies, or leaf eating Alpacas. But I did find this one of Mabel, helping Stu with some paperwork... As I have an appointment later this afternoon - I find myself at a loose end (by way of an explanation - when I have an appointment, which I can't be late for, I find it hard to focus on anything until it's time to leave the house for said appointment. I have three alarms set today - the first to remind me not to eat, the second to remind me to drink two pints of water and the third to remind me that it is nearly time to set off).
And it's raining. So I'm in my office with my thoughts. And as I have an appointment, for a CT scan, my thoughts today are on a giant polo mint. I've been told that it is way less scary than an MRI. So I am absolutely not at all nervous. Nope. Not even one little tiny nag of doubt in my mind (as she googles images of CT machines). Before my CT I also have to go get 20 odd blood tests repeated. Even though I still haven't had the results on the ones taken two weeks ago. And still have no diagnosis. The only solace I can take from all of this is that I am obviously not at death's door. In fact I had a pretty good week, last week. Up with the lark (pet name for the cup of tea that appears by my bedside each morning), gardening, alpaca poo picking, hen coop cleaning and other such delights. I think I am recovering from the mysterious illness. I think fresh air and the smell of chicken shit are the perfect medicine. Work life... My contract with the International Paralympic Committee came to an end. Quietly. Of course I should have flown to Bonn on the last day of the contract - but I had to cancel due to poorliness. So...my contract finished. And I have just submitted the final invoice. Which comes to around 50p as I've done so little for them this past month. Alpacas The girls went for a run out in the neighbouring fields the other day. They loved it. So much so they spent the next couple of days trying to work out how to get back in. Just for info: an Alpaca run is similar to a giraffe, IMO. I have yet to try the halters again. I need to build my confidence. But I really want to get them trained to walk with a halter and lead. Apparently it's easy (according to Google results) - it's not. The house We've stalled a little - as Stu has been fitting a kitchen for a customer. In the meantime...
My personal choice is the wall and fencing to the rear of the house. They'll provide privacy from the holiday cottage guests and the owners when they turn up. They'll also prevent the holiday guests from mistakenly entering our back garden to try and access next door. And of course...they'll draw a line under the 'rear right of way access thingy' that caused a year of grief from the next door owners. The 6 foot fence will also mean that next door won't have to look at the 'piles of rubble' that are building up out there (we don't intend ordering another skip until we've all but finished the interior of the house). So they should be happy...right? I have three hours until I have to stop eating. And five hours until I have to drink two pints of water. I should have set an alarm for the best time to have my shower and get out of my scruffs. And finally...this. (Not mine I hasten to add...) |
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