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dozing in the chair - well it was that time of late afternoon when there was a tap on the door - woke with a start to find two drenched cyclists asking if they can pitch their tents, it was one of those situations where you think am I still asleep? No, They had seen the tinsheds from the road and had thought they would be able to shelter here - I offered them the only flat non boggy bit of garden next to the henpen on which to pitch their tent. Fortunately I had been very productive in the kitchen that morning and there was lentil soup and savoury scones made, of which the cyclists were very grateful. Katerine and Ruud are from Belgium and are island hopping, heading back to the mainland on Monday, they stayed last night and again tonight - soup today was sort of leek and potato. They are off tomorrow, pitching around Callanais. It's odd they should pick us - maybe they saw the palais de poulets and mistook it for a 5 star hotel!
Last Thursday wasn't so good and this one was even worse - the washing machine died last week and we had a big hot water leak in the kitchen, this Thursday we had another water hot leak in the same place - the kitchen is being stripped out in a few weeks time so the pipe had been temporarily/emergency fixed pending the pipework being renewed. Anyway the pipe is now capped off so no hotwater in the kitchen for the next few weeks. Then the electrician didn't arrive to do rewiring and new installation work and is now on a long weekend so maybe next wednesday - no breath being held here! And the palais de poulets and bridge builder lost his timing belt so the party is looking less likely!
The council are coming tomorrow to do a 'special collection', they came last week too but the rayburn hadn't been broken up - but when it came to it - it was so rusty it fell to bits anyway, the pile has been growing through the week in anticipation of the yellow flatbed arriving. It's easier than going out looking for skips to put stuff in, no sooner do you spot a likely looking big green thing than it is full with the mandatory mattress, broken chair and bedsprings sticking out the top and I am just useless at chucking stuff in - it all comes back and bonks me on the head, as I've already told you I have a balance problem so being bonked on the head by errant rubbish is not good. Mr Shortlegs is useless at climbing up the laddery thing on the side, he has to use both hands to get up to the top so I still have to chuck the rubbish up to him and he's not a very good catcher! When we first moved here we had a big skip - a green community skip, everyone thought 'aha an empty skip', the first evening there was gridlock as people stopped to lob their rubbish into it! The second evening it had 'private hire' painted all over it and it worked.
Early this morning a heron was sitting on one of the islands in the river, it sat hunched for about 30 minutes before striking out and grabbing a fish, it then took off lazily flapping it's huge wings and flew off down the loch, I am in awe!