Woke up early.
Went into Ballymena to feed a cat.
Bought The Guardian and RJ Kerr soda farls.
Met some twins coming out of the woods and fed them Cheerios and Haribo.
Ate toasted soda, cheese and chilli jam.
Sold half a dozen eggs to a good Christian man. Put in a prayer request.
Looked for hen's nests. Failed to find any. Decided hens were sleekit, cunning bastards.
Sowed runner beans and French climbing beans.
Pricked out hairy-stemmed poppies and papaver somniferum.
Went into Ballymena to feed a cat.
Ate toasted soda, cheese and chilli jam. And Haribo.
Gave second granddaughter sequinned dress bought from eBay.
Checked out Jasper Conran party dress for first granddaughter on eBay.
Ate toasted soda, cheese and chilli jam. And Haribo.
Kept tight eye on Jasper Conran party dress on eBay. 14 minutes left and going for £2.
Took phone call from friend regarding important matters,
Phone call lasted more than 14 minutes. Jasper Conran party dress re-listed.
Contacted seller, offered £1.50 more and 'won' Jasper Conran party dress.
Cut orange in half and used it to tempt pigs from field for early bed-time as Nellybert invited out to supper.
Rewarded good pigs with half an orange apiece and put them to bed with early supper.
Tried and failed to gather hens for early bedtime.
Went to good friends and served delicious supper all recipes from Yotam Olenghetti Jerusalem cook book. Felt slight frisson of guilt as was planning to boycott Eurovision Song Contest but food sublime.
Left after delightful evening of good food, conversation, wine and chocolate (no Haribo) clutching Jerusalem cookbook from which I am to photocopy favourite recipes.
Returned home and did livestock count. Foxes 0, Chickens 15, Rats 4.
Updated blog.
Goodnight.
4 comments:
that sounds like a satisfying day
Certainly no trouble getting to sleep last night.
You packed plenty into the day then
Are the girls off to a party?
I so enjoy your blog posts. I'm glad you're posting everyday at the moment.
Its been a while since I was back home to Larne or Glynn to be exact but reading your blog connects me to my life there.
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