The farmer was heading home in his trusty tractor the other day when he heard a sound akin to a gun discharging. A monster crack galloped across his tractor screen! There was no guilty passing car, and he could think of no reasonable explanation for this catastrophe. He made his way home, and put a full roll of gaffer tape to good use to secure the inner surface. Then, he removed the offending screen. Now awaiting the replacement.
I meant to tow my elderly (and frankly 'past it') tourer to Brigg today, to be auctioned away to its final destination. However, the terrible weather forecast discouraged me, and instead I finished cleaning the little Louth house, and interviewed another prospective tenant. Progress of sorts.
The appendix-less emergency NHS patient continues to improve now that the trouble causing organ has been surgically removed! The Baby boy has pushed off to Leicester to sit his final exams and the Big boy is also mid-exams, and additionally preparing for his China visit. Injections, visas, insurance.... you know the necessities!
We are anxiously trying to secure some rural Chartered Surveying experience for the Baby boy during this summer. Its proving a tad more difficult than anticipated. He has an interview in the middle of June, and several CV/emails being considered. He wanted 'Big Firm' experience if possible - beggars, however, cannot be choosers. Hoping he is lucky.
Off to work tomorrow morning (!!!) and then flying to Louth to interview another possible tenant, and also give access to a window replacement company. Its all go.
The farmer and I have put some eggs under a broody chicken today. This is quite a climb down from the 'not hatching any eggs' position we have taken since the Big Boy hotfooted it to Uni. Quite special eggs though. We have put 3 PEACOCK eggs under the hen! Oh, I do hope they hatch. Can't wait to see what she makes of them. Fingers (and toes) crossed for happy outcome.
Bought some kangaroo steaks today to feed to the old peeps at the weekend. Something else to look forward to! As they rub their hands and anticipate their usual Sunday Roast feast I shall be frying off the 'roo steaks to serve with salad and rosti potatoes. I feel a large offering of puddings may be required.
Have I thought about Art since I finished skool? No. Do I feel guilty? Yes. A bit. As soon as I find a bit of spare time I shall open a book/pick up a pencil. Perhaps.
Yours in procrastination - X