Tired. Very tired. Lots of singing this weekend, away from the home patch all day yesterday, then on usual duties on home territory today; not enough sunshine, and seriously depleted sleep Friday night/Saturday morning - a police helicopter hovering overhead from somewhere around 3am until about 4.20am (because of a local Incident) dragging us to some semblance of consciousness from the Land of Nod for the duration, and for some (much too much) time after.
Managed a couple of hours’ work in the garden this afternoon, energy levels seriously lacking. Grass now growing rapidly, so will have to engage with the lawn mower sooner than had been expected. With the new Bishop’s Consecration now sprinting into view for Friday, I guess the grass will achieve somewhat of a head start on me again this year, unless the chooks manage to trash the lawn as thoroughly as they did last year.......... Two out of the four of them managed to get away through to the next door neighbour’s garden this afternoon – luckily they remembered how scrummy tinned sweetcorn tastes, so were lured back home without undue incident.
Now you know how exciting my life is, you’ll understand why blogging has been a little sparse recently.
Thank you for visiting – Live Long And Prosper (as Mr Spock would say). x
