Lambing is almost done. Just two pregnant ewes remaining at Rick and Helen's.
I guess I am rapidly running out of 'reasons' not to find work. So I shall have to set myself a deadline - a date where I will aim* to sit myself down, decide on what I want to do and crack on and do it. *with the the use of the word aim I am detecting an unconscious avoidance of any real commitment I don't want work to involve big cities - working away from home several days a week. So that pretty much rules out every available role on LinkedIn. Thinking out loud (typing) - it's clear that I know what I don't want. Now I just need some clarity on what I do want. Top (and only thing) of my current 'want' list is:
But, of course, I am unlikely to be the only applicant (though perhaps the only one over 50) - so there's little chance that I'll get the opportunity. In other news... The animals We have a new addition to our household. A very confident nine-month old silver tabby British Shorthair - Mabel. We've read all the 'how to introduce a new cat' guides. And we're taking things slow. George is shit-scared of her. And he's about three times her size. She is currently residing in the back bedroom (Joe's room) most of the time. When it's time for her to come downstairs for her daily intro to George she gets into her cat carrier (without being asked). She knows the routine. And when she's had enough and wants to go back to her room....she simply gets back in her carrier so I can take her back up. She's a fidget. Hates being carried. Rolls over for tummy tickles. Hisses at poor George. Rules the roost. And she's gorgeous. The house All the bedrooms are now done - no more holes in ceilings, cracked walls and peeling paint. It's a major achievement as nothing has been straightforward. Stu has had to unravel decades of awful decorating and DIY. So what's left to do?
Stu has a lot of hard work ahead (I'll do my bit stripping paint) and I have some big paint-colour and design decisions to make. The chickens Nine chickens do not equal nine eggs a day. But they do equal knackered plants. Every time I am in the garden planting or watering all nine of them waddle over at top speed and start scratching. New plants do not have a hope in hell of surviving. So we have to stop them from getting into the garden (and hopefully stop them from getting onto the road**). I wouldn't mind if they didn't have a whole paddock to scratch in. They can even get into the neighbouring fields if they want to. Go scratch in there! So top of this week's to-do list is the creation of a cunning chicken-proof garden fence - one that doesn't block our access to the paddock. I'll let you know how it goes. Next on the list has to be the rat. Spotted it tonight sneaking into the Eglu shelter to eat chicken food. So we also need a rat-plan. ** Last week Dolly (our pet chicken) was spotted leading the six warren hens (newcomers) out of the paddock and up the road. Pretty sure her aim was to dump them out there, leg it back when they weren't looking and hope they got lost. Today's photo: Mabel's demonstrating how Hague Blue brings out the best in her stripes and spots.
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