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Car Problems

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It’s been one of those mornings.

A nothing-going-particularly-right kind of morning (I couldn’t even get my Wordle and Connections completed easily).  That was The Sign.  I should’ve heeded it.

I took my old car in for its MOT and it failed right at the end, when they were about to sign it off as a pass! Out of nowhere the check engine light came on and so it had to be failed.  I left the car at the garage and a new brake-something will also be fitted as the rear left wheel was whistling and whirring on the way in (though apparently not an MOT failure).  I feel depressed now.  I am not good when things go wrong.

On a plus, though, a friend popped into the garage to see how my car was getting on and he kindly gave me a lift home.  So that actually was very helpful.  I didn’t fancy waiting hours for the bus.

And the rest of my day has just pottered along pretty normal from there.  Well, my normal anyway.

Such as it ever is.  So prayers that the bill is less than I think it will be for my Mum’s ancient Honda Jazz. It is at least 17 years old but a real work-horse and the last working thing I have her’s.

I need chocolate. Lots of it.

Asking, Always Asking

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I took this photo on Sunday evening after we had finished supper.

Nothing is ever wasted here, and OH was busy stripping the roast chicken joint for any meat before the bones were made into stock, ready for another meal.

Monster had already stolen OH’s chair at the table and was hopeful, always hopeful.  Everyone got a piece(s) except for Pepper who has a bad reaction/intolerance to chicken.  She got a pile of her biccies, which she adores so didn’t really mind.  I think she now understands that chicken makes her miserable and ill.

Breakfast today was a windy affair.

And then very rainy so I spent some of my morning attacking the 1985 Diaries – tidying them up and making the format similar to the one I have at last settled on 75 years later!  It hasn’t helped either that WordPress changed their methods too.

I still can’t read some of the diary pages.  If you fancy a stab at it, let me know your results.  All help is most welcome.

Later in the day, waiting for me on my doorsteap were the ducks who were asking for their tea.  Everyone always asks for something around here.

And then ‘Ster appeared too.  He was asking for biscuits – obviously.

As was Gussie.  He does love a biccie.

Pepper was optimistic she might get something.

And Monster was asking to be let out.  My family are very communicative.

We Are Absolutely Not Talking To…..

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We are absolutely not talking to Pepper today.  She has disgraced herself beyond redemption.

She was found with a baby Muscovy duckling hanging out of her mouth – tragically, dead.  I am pretty sure it was the one and only duckling that I didn’t know had hatched.  Mummy Duck has been nesting under the container for, what seems like, years and finally produced a baby, only for Pepper to immediately murder it.

Pepper has been following me around all day, begging forgiveness and we’ve had a long conversation about friends, not food but I fear it has gone in one ear and out the other.  And to quote my grandmother “I am very disappointed”, which is far worse than furious in our house.

No else cares or possibly knows about her heinous crime.

Meanwhile, we are all talking to Newt.

Because he has a yummy scrummy nosey that needs kissing.

Go on, I dare you!

Newt is today’s Good Boy.  Mostly because he is standing in the only clean container and not stirring up trouble, though I did hear a rumour at breakfast that he was his usual despotic self, but it was only a rumour, mind. It’s not like he killed our one and only duckling that I didn’t know we had.

Oh, Pepper – the disappointment.

Power Cut

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We are currently sitting in the middle of a power cut with the promise that it might come back on around 8 o’clock tonight.

I am not holding my breath but OH is hoping it might be working in time for the fitbaa’ (football).

I would like it to come on so I can get on with my diaries (now at mid July 1953 and can see the home straight – only another 8 years to go then).

To write this, my phone is on one bar signal while my laptop has a rapidly dwindling battery, so I will keep it brief.

Never mind, it’s been a glorious day – the sun has finally arrived, along with our visitors and the disasterous cake was actually not as bad as I thought it was going to be.  Everyone ate it and everyone is still alive so win, win.

 

 

 

Fog, No Fog, Then Fog

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We woke up to Shetland covered in thick fog.  I know no flights got in or out this morning.

But, still, the horses, ponies, sheep, etc managed to find me.

There is no escape.

I’m sorry, but I don’t have much to say mostly because absolutely nothing has happened all day.

And, at the risk of boring everyone including myself, here are a few photos of my nothing day…..

The baby bunny I saw from the door of my shed – Pepper was on a dogwalk with OH so this little sweetheart made the most of the absence.

It was very cute, like one of those Chinese toy adverts that nothing like the real thing that arrives in the post.

These three Muscovy Ducks have taken to sitting on the outside table.  They meet me at the front door and waddle behind in the hope I will lead them to food.  I think they are Mum (on far right), son (middle) and daughter (left). They were the ducklings from last year.

So that’s me really. Not very enthusiastic at the moment.  Fog does that to me – mentally. It just sits and I lose all inspiration and thought.  But the wind is coming back in force tomorrow so that should liven things up.

Ted is on good form, though.