Should be choir rehearsal this evening down in Maubourget village, but at 6 pm I did a crash landing on the settee, and that was that. Moi was deado to the world for nearly an hour which meant no time to get ready for the rehearsel.
Not sure why that happened. Could have been the digging I have been doing out in the front garden, or the de-weeding I have been doing out in the veg plot, or the moving of loads of electric fence posts out in the Front Field so the sheep can get some good grass to munch on, or the trundling of the wheel barrow from front to back loaded with hay for the big piggies, or emptying the Side Barn of stuff, or shooing the chickens away from their determined efforts at getting into the house whenever the door is opened, .......... and so the list of things to do goes on!
So Hubs had a need to pop into Plaisance for some plonk, and delivered unto me a bottle of Bailey's. And a bar of choccie. Oh yummy yums. Sometimes, just sometimes, there is a need to indulge one's self.
I would offer you a piece of choccy but I have eaten it all up. And the Bailey's is off limits to all except moi.
Ummm. A thought. Was my crash onto the settee brought about by the removal, yes I repeat, the removal, of my thermal vest yesterday. Not only that, but such was the heat of the sun and myself that I saw fit to change into a sleeveless summer top. No vest. No layers of clothing. Just one little vest top. Ahha! Must be more careful in future. Now where is my medicine........just one little sip then off to bed for an early night in the hopes that I would have finished being crashed by morning time and will be able to spring out of bed with the verve and energy which living on a smallholding in France requires of one if one is going to get through the endless tasks of the day.
Must mention before I go, that the White Cockerel is not interred beneath the Oak tree, and that we have a new cockerel, who unfortunately seems to have a bit of a prob with his throat because it sort of has a gargly, wheezy sound whenever he tries to speak. Made a blessing for him, so hope the prob clears up soon for him. He is a Buff Orpington and quite big. If he manages to stay well, then we hope to have some good sized offspring from him eventually. He is certainly managing to do his job in that department, although has less energy than Whitey had.
The girls are quieter now that Whitey has become no more, calmer and more sedate somehow. Unless the small black cockerel is around. Then everyone is on their guard because he is ever so willing to help out with the procreative duties required of cockerels. We hope to keep him, though. He is a handsome black devil of a bird, and has behaviour to match.
Anyways, that's all for now.
Message to self: One Baileys at any one time must be the rule. Any more and the bottle will empty quicker.
That it is OK to stop every now and then, even if it means missing choir practice.
That eating one whole bar of choccy is a bit over the top, and maybe half a bar would have been sufficient.
And stop thinking about how much there is to do, but focus on how much we have done.
Remember to count my blessings before I go to sleep each night, because I have a whole sackful which sometimes I forget that I have.