Yesterday was a very busy day. As well as all the things I mentioned in my previous post, I had to pick up the car from the garage, get some goat food from Mole Valley Farmers and then as I was about to have my long awaited coffee somebody knocked at the door to let me know the goats had got out. Once I got the herd's attention they followed me back into the paddock; the promise of food, and of course their love and admiration for me, works wonders.
I finally got to have my coffee just after three and watched a box set until it was time to pick up Helen from the station.
I managed to eat a reasonable amount of Chinese takeaway for dinner without too much discomfort and then I continued watching TV as Helen did some admin work on her laptop in-between going upstairs to use her roller to work out some pains in her legs.
After dinner I kept nodding off in front of the TV and eventually went to bed around ten and read for a short while before falling asleep. Helen briefly woke me up when she came in from her late evening walk and I do remember waking once but I must have back fallen asleep as I didn't wake up again until half six. I don't think it's that the increased medication has taken effect so quickly more likely it's the lack of sleep has finally caught up with me.
Simon Whittle posted a picture of the goat brie I gave him with some lovely words, it's so nice to be appreciated. It's a shame that I've had to dry the goats off and stop making cheese but I had no choice and should have done it earlier. Milking twice a day was a huge strain not only on me but my relationship with Helen,
I'm looking forward to spending time with Helen today, we've got a few chores to do in and around the house and the rugby this afternoon. I don't care too much whether England or Wales win, possibly because I don't think I could stand the strain, but I do want to see a good match.
No comments:
Post a Comment