Last night was a carbon copy of the night before..and the night before that, .....I coughed and I spluttered and then I coughed and spluttered all over again until the alarm clock went off at 5am. I don't know why we need the clock, I was awake all night and because I was, so was Greg...so we watched the clock go around and listened to the rain and the wind together. I'm not sure if this is what the minister meant when we got married..."in sickness and in health..." at this stage I think Greg could get a Papal dispensation on the grounds of sleep deprivation ! Its a good job I'm the best ranch hand he can afford ! smile. I washed my hair this morning and spent an hour drying it...then I went down to the barn and it took 30 seconds to turn into a good impersonation of Bigfoot on a bad day. On a good note, water troughs didn't need filling, the rain had done a very commendable job, on a bad note, all the horse blankets were still soaking, all the horses looked like even their own mothers would disown them and the sheep and goats refused to go out of the barn. I slipped on skiddy turkey poop in the turkey pen and very nearly had an extremely nasty bath , I banged my head on the cattle squeeze and soaked myself with the hose pipe when I was supposed to be bathing a muddy Border Collie...It was shaping up to be a great day...NOT ! After scaring myself in the reflection from the car window ( have you ever done that,...really can't look that bad..can I ?) I resorted to putting my hair into a plastic bag to prevent further trauma. There I was in plastic bag glory and we got visitors to the farm,...it always happens to me. I can just hear it.."those English have some really crazy fashion ideas". So, here I am, 3.30pm sitting up in the house, warm, dry and comfortable and it's time to go down and start the second shift...where did I put my plastic bag ??? Here I am, back again after yet another impromptu bath or three. Somehow I managed to turn into entrees for a particularly nasty Buff Orpington who apparently objected to me stealing the eggs from her nestbox. Dont these birds realize that you dont peck the hand that feeds ! Nasty Buff Orpington with a taste for human blood has been evicted from the happy hen home and is going to find herself in soup...when Greg finds the time. Well, its 9.05pm, time to turn off the brain, take the hot toddy and hope that I'm not going to cough another night away. Take care, keep dry ( unlike us !) M
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