Listening to: Tres Hombres (ZZ Top)
Scratching: midge bites
Excited: Led Zep reunion!!!
As Napoleon said when he saw Blucher riding to Wellington's rescue at Waterloo: "Oh bollocks!"
I try to keep this a no-swearing zone, but what the fucking hell is going on in Surrey. Hilary Benn is on TV now and, much as I love his dad, he clearly has no idea what he's doing. Who thought it was a good idea to put a vegetarian in charge of livestock farming anyway. Give me strength!
Another foot and mouth outbreak means my pigs are stuck on the farm near Thurso. At this rate, by the time they get here they will be complaining about their arthritis and swopping stories about the Great War.
It's a huge blow because we are grinding to a halt here on Westray. We can't touch the house while we find out whether we are eligible for grants, the chicken wire hasn't showed up yet so we haven't got any hens, I've cleared the veg garden, but can't plant anything, we're still waiting for the new water tank and hot water cylinder (that's right, we're still going to the neighbours for a shower).
But it's a lovely clear morning, the wind is clearing away the midges who came out and mugged me yesterday. It's hard to be really grumpy on a day like today. Sod it, I'm off for a surf.