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Well the fog has lifted, the garden doesn't seem to have changed too much, the hen house is still sitting there unfinished but hopefully there will be progress on that this week.
It's going to be exciting this week, the plumber is coming on wednesday which means hot water in the taps... you take it so for granted until it isn't there anymore and you have to resort to boiling kettles - fortunately the shower is electric so have been able to keep ourselves pong free. Half the kitchen floor is still up because of the leaky pipe and I have got used to doing floor exercises - Olga Korbutt like, around the holes in the floor. It is a bit worrying to look down the hole and realise the house is resting on boulders, the plumber was talking about diving suits and snorkels last time he was here looking down the hole, as I am a bit deaf I wasn't sure if he was talking about the work he is going to do here or a hobby!
Someone left the gates open and in came the sheep, you can always tell cos the dog starts being sick. He is partial to a bit of sheep poo, off I go with my compost prodder to prod a few sheep out of the garden, they hide behind the hedge which is why i don't usually see them but the dog does. It's that ewe and her lamb, who is nearly as big as she is. She fixes me with her beady eye and stamps her foot saying 'bring it on..' in a sheep sort of way however, it must have been the compost prodder that did it she took one look and dashed followed by the lamb. This ewe has attitude, she snorts and stamps and would not be out of place in a bull ring, she regularly invites herself in usually over the wall but today was a gift, in through the gate, she must have thought it was red carpet day! I feel I have to point out the compost prodder is a plastic thing rather like a spade handle and I use it to add more width to myself in a worzel gummidge way to herd the sheep out gently.
I haven't forgotten about the daleks .. maybe next time.