What do you do........?

 

 

What do you do when the frozen peas you have just bought are left out in the open air instead of being put in the freezer?

You put them in the dehydrator toute suite.

The reason why they were not put into the freezer?

Because I was too distracted by the Rayburn Project, which was jumbled up in my head with the thought of playing with the French / English Irish band that evening.

In fact I was quite useless all day.

 

What do you do when you realise you have nothing to wear that did not bear witness to farm life?

I raided my stash of material and made myself a new skirt, which did not have any dribbles, splashes, rips, or other general spoilage from living life on a farm scattered all over its surface.

I am now on a mission to get more new clothes made,

for some reason I do not seem to be able to allow myself to buy clothing which is made commercially, apart from underwear and even then I will have a go at making certain private garments at some point in the future.

I do not know why I have this need to wear only what I make,

I suppose it is just me being me....

 

 

What do you do when you see a radiator on the wall in your home,

the very same wall which once was part of a ruin of a building?

You sort of do a silly dance, and sort of do a bit of yelling in the air,

that is what you do if you are me.

 

What do you do when you want you are going to a rehearsal of a band which is making you feel nervous and unsettled?

You do some baking, that is what you do, in the hopes that by providing a tasty nibble for all to eat,  that all will be put into a good humour  before one even starts playing.

Well, anyway, that seemed like a good plan to me,

shame that Dotty (our young calf) decided not to come in from the field,

and that Lester then had to chase her round and round that field,

which is quite a big field,

and makes him quite out of puff,

which was not a good thing if he was going to need to be able to play his violin, mandolin, and banjo, with a super duper skill which would impress the other band members later on that evening.

No, this was not good....

so Blue (one of the rottweiller girls) and me to the rescue, with Blue running alongside Dotty,

which Dotty did not like,

because Dotty believes that there is nothing in the world except herself,

the same as all young beings of the world believe,

until something happens which makes them realise that the world does not revolve only around themselves.

This, then, is what Dotty needs to learn.

She did not learn that lesson entirely this time, but was made more aware of greater forces, such as allowing Lester to get a rope on her so she could be taken into the cow barn to be with her mum, that if she did not let this happen then a big black thing of an animal would chase her round and round until she decided that Lester was the better option to take.

I, meanwhile, stood and watched, ready to call in Blue when Dotty chose her option.

 

Back at the oven......with Dotty now quite happily cosied up with mum Bonny....

what to do if the quiche you are baking to impress others with has now gone past its best,

 and has now got a sort of blackened perimeter because you have been busy somewhere else?

Well, you look at the singed pastry, do a couple of seconds of panic, then go get the expensive cheese you have just bought from out of the fridge, then grate this expensive cheese over the top of the quiche in the hopes that it will cover up the burnt bits, that is what you would do if you were me.

Then you put the quiche back into the oven for a few minutes to melt the cheese, the theory being that the cheese would act as an icing over the blackened pastry.

It sort of worked.

The quiche was well received that evening.

 

And so what do you do when you reach the hour of midnight, and the rehearsal is now at an end,

and everyone is smiling at you, and asking if you are coming again next week,

and you feel so well received by everyone,

that you are almost speechless,

what do you do?

You sort of go into a sort of daze, that is what you would do if you were me,

and thank everyone,

with a smile on one's face a mile wide.

 

And so Lester and me drove home in the early hours of the morning,

taking it slowly,

not because of the amount of traffic on the roads,

but because of the possibility  of bumping into deer, wild boar, badgers, and anything else which roams at night.

We were both smiling.

It had been a good evening.

And we are going again next week,

because we have been asked to do so.

Wow!

 

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