Saturday

Very Tired.

This one is for Bob Hill, as ever  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nX-Ls7ZsxE

Yesterday I did farm duties in the freezing cold, the owners' son was there with his mates, using mummy and daddy's mansion as a party house for the weekend, fair play to him, he did offer me hot drinks.

After the farm, I went and helped at church all evening and got very tired.

I came home and had another restless and stressed night. The dreams woke me up deeply sad in the early hours, the problem was, the dream was too vivid and too detailed, too true, and it is a recurring one. I can't tell you about it as it appears to be a premonition.

Anyway, so I started off depressed, I went and did the farm, someone had hit a lamp post on the way.
I came home and did the washing and pottered on with things, and did salad for lunch before heading for church to be good and do my share of the work.

Haha, I do the impossible sometimes, I never see myself as good with children, nor good with craft, but teaching children to make decorations was the special dubious honour that a certain person had awarded to me, and it was exhausting, but very successful.

I liked the marzipan cakes we had.

After an exhausting afternoon, I went to the farm to close up.

I came home so tired that I can't do much.
This week has put so much strain on my neck, I have the machine on it and I am watching the film of Are you being Served?
The teeth bit still makes me laugh so much.

Funny co-incidence to see Guernsey poking their noses onto the blog, bog off donkeys!