Well, here we all are.
Sorry that that burst of enthusiasm kind of ran itself out; all sorts of things have happened, nothing traumatic, just life-stuff. The most dramatic of which is that on Friday last week, Nenna managed to develop swine flu, or something similar and has been on tamiflu since then - last dose this morning. Current advice is to say isolated whilst you are symptomatic; so we have battened down the hatches and are actually having quite a chilled out time, if you discount the terrifying temperature spiking over the weekend.
I am having a crisis of confidence about blogging. What am I doing it for? I think that to get something out of it then you need to do it at least three times a week - for me, anyway. And having had to 'move house' so to speak, has been very disruptive. I just don't feel that this new place is 'me', really; and I haven't had time to decorate properly.
I am also wondering about the wisdom generally of having so much personal stuff on view on the web. I know that it's very narcissistic to think that anyone is going to be that interested in us; but anyone who was could get a great deal of information from the blog if they wanted, despite my nod to anonymity. I think that I am going to try to get back in to the swing of the regular writing; I miss it very much when I don't do it. And I definitely want to focus less on the minutiae of baby-care and misery and have a more balanced list of topics.
We have so much going on that I can write about. We are going to try to sort things out so that we can move to Somerset and live on Ma's place. She is finding it hard without Dad I think, and B can help with the heavy work and I can do some of the marketing for her. We want to get planning for an agricultural dwelling; that is just getting underway.
I suspect that will be a blog in itself.
Last night we were woken at 2am by screams of anguish. I went straight from deep sleep to vertical and shooting out of the door in to the baby's room in about three seconds flat, bounced off the door frame, woke up properly and realised that atually it was Mary Mad Chicken, who has taken to sleeping under the hen-house to get away from the cockerels. And who was being attacked by a hedgehog.
Has anyone else ever removed a hedgehog from under a chicken's wing at 2am in the pouring rain and put it on a box on the freezer for the children to look at in the morning?
I am just about to go an assess the damage to poor Mary - she is getting to the end of her laying life anyway; and this might be a casserole too far.
For today, that is all. I will be back soon.
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
hedgehog in a box
Well, here we all are.