My broadband has been down. Last time that happened it was because a snail had got into the box that matters (honestly, I’m not making this up) and got wedged. No broadband. This time it was because the cat Scarab, who has a prosperous figure and likes his sleep, climbed into the computer cupboard, spent several happy hours kipping among the cables and dreaming about anchovies and pulled a wire out. Anyway, we’re up and running again but I haven’t done a blog.
London was surprisingly good fun, by the way. It was raining when I left Wiltshire, but when I arrived in London the sun was hot and everybody was strolling around in T shirts, looking relaxed. It was like being in another country entirely. I had a great meeting with Country Living, and it was lovely to look through the proofs of the ‘Tales from a Stone Cottage book’ with them and have some ideas. Then home again and guess what? it was raining, and people were trudging about in waterproofs. As always though, I went and stood on the bridge over our little stream and rejoiced about being back in the deep countryside. And the animals were most welcoming, though they had a vested interest in that they all wanted to be fed.
The chicks seemed to have grown in just a day, they are getting the most outrageous hairstyles (nice one, Wenceslas!) The chick I am calling Pippa (Middleton) because she always looks perfect in any situation, is golden with a pure white hat. Very striking. Dolly (Parton) is a mass of golden curls and Camilla (Duchess of Cornwall) – you may notice that we have a royal theme in the hen run at the moment – has a most sumptous feather headdress. The sort you wouldn’t want to sit behind at an opera.
And this is very nearly a full-length blog now. But I must race away because we have 8 for supper and they are arriving any moment now. Have a wonderful weekend, and it’s great to be back online.