Listening to: Just Fascination (Cabaret Voltaire)
Drinking: a well deserved coffee
Planning to drink: my own bodyweight in Dark Island
Oh, for crying out loud!
Mr D popped round for a cup of tea and a chat just before lunch and I was explaining the full Eric drama when Spike and Owen stirred from in front of the fire and started making a hell of a row.
Next thing I knew, a dozen scared-looking cows were peering in at the kitchen window.
"My goodness," I exclaimed (or words to that effect), hauling on my boots and hurrying outside where a red-faced neighbour was wheezing up the lane.
I went around the back, but got there too late to stop the cows wrecking hen run (the girls were inside fortunately). I shooed them back down the lane before going back to examine the damage.
The fence is going to take some fixing - the posts need to be hammered back in for a start and the netting is mangled. The weather is so foul today (it's not raining but you get soaked as soon as go outside the door) that the hens don't want to go out so I've shut them in, put the light on and given them an extra ration of pellets. I'll put the fence back up tomorrow.
Soon after the departure of the cows, I went to the shop to pick up the milk, The Orcadian and a couple of sausage rolls (it being Friday). I got back into Lennox and somehow managed to sit on the carton of milk. I got most of the milk out, but I have a feeling Lennox will be smelling of cheese for some time to come.
I wish I was making all this up.
On the up side, Eric continues to recover. I caught him sitting in his straw bed, looking a little sorry for himself. I dug up a couple of good sized bits of turf with nice, long grass and lobbed them into the shed and he was up and at them like a greyhound out of a trap, jostling Ernie out of the way in the process.
As you can see, he's doing OK. . .