So Lester was collecting water from the river in buckets so he could water the trees.
And then straight across the river came a black snake, very long, swimming in a smooth undulation of self, with head above the water to keep its head dry I suppose.
Lester got a quite a fright, but fortunately it swam on to the bank. It is now roaming the farm.
Oh dear. Don't like that thought. Wouldn't want to bump into it, oh no.
And here's a strange thing. How come it is Thursday today, when on the calendar in our heads it is definitely Wednesday. I had been planning to have a wander round the local Thursday market tomorrow, and we are invited to a party down the road on Friday evening. All was neatly planned in my head. But no, a day has been done away with. And it is only by luck that I came across this loss of a day, which is a good thing because we would have rocked up for the party on Saturday night, when everyone would be probably hung over, ......It will be that sort of party, probably an all nighter, but not for us because 1) I don't drink because I fall asleep, and 2) we need to be in bed by twelve at the latest otherwise we don't function the next day. As for the Thursday market, I probably would not have gone to that because I have a growing aversion to spending money, whether it be on a market stall or at the supermarket. But Amazon.....that is a different story altogether!
It is getting on for mid night, and I still can't go to bed because I have to wait for the canner to finish canning four jars of chicken soup, which should have been finished a couple of hours ago but for some reason I put the lid on the canner the wrong way round, which stopped it from reaching canning pressure. This I only realised after it was still not at full pressure half an hour into the process. So I had to start all over again, but first had to let the canner de-pressurize. Oh well, not to worry. At least the job will soon be done.
Just ten minutes to go, so I shall say goodnight, and bye for now,