Fants!
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♥Mar. 8th, 2015 // 06:49 pm♥
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Almost entirely based on a pattern in this magazine (except I did blanket stitch not cross stitch, as I prefer it, and -- dur -- didn't use glass beads for the eyes as they're being given to a one-year-old! Slightly surprised that the pattern made no mention of that as a thing to consider, in fact.) here are Baby Next Door's first birthday presents:
Also, things I did not expect to see today: a convoy of ten vintage Land Rovers, with Belgian plates, driving down our valley while we were riding this morning. Most odd! |
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But don't you get bored?
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♥Mar. 8th, 2015 // 07:00 pm♥
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I occasionally get asked what I do all day, and why I don't get a job. So: today.
7:30: get up while Mike feeds the boys, have half an hour online, get dressed, play silly iPhone games for twenty minutes.
8:30: let the ducks out (and feed them, and check for eggs: one today, they are doing well!), get the boys out, wash feed buckets and change duck pond water, groom GB and half of Bugs (while Mike grooms the other half of Bugs and the Baby). Ride GB for about twenty minutes, with occasional pauses to watch / shout advice at Mike as he rides Bugs; Bugs looks a bit stiff after doing up and down hills on yesterday's hack. Put GB in the field, get on Bugs. Bugs is distinctly lame: canter him a bit to see if it frees up, then put him in the field with a mental note to trot him up when he comes in (which I completely forget about, sigh). Give Jo her breakfast. Watch Mike ride the Baby for a bit: experimental trip down the road to see if GB is less stressed by the prospect of him Going Away when Bugs is there; he isn't. Jump on Baby for five minutes of canter work (horrible: I need to ride him more).
10:30-ish: make haynets and feeds while Mike mucks out Bugs. Muck out GB while Mike mucks out Baby (we take turns on the haynets/Bugs). Muck out ducks. Poo pick the field (every other day). Wash up pans from dinner last night (I'd patched a chipped nail, so didn't want to wash up at the time).
Noon-ish: shower, fifteen minutes online, lunch (on the patio! First time this year!), ordered wrist braces from Amazon, walked Jo for an hour or so. Fed ducks. Fifteen minutes of silly iPhone games, then out into the garden. Filled bird feeders and moved the garden furniture from the conservatory to the patio for the summer, then we started taking up the turf for a new bed, and put the removed turf into the bottom of the big planters, two of which we've now filled with compost ready for planting out when the seedlings are a bit bigger. Updated garden diary with the week's jobs. Updated line-a-day five year diary with what had been happening. Cleaned tack; a bit unimpressed with Bugs' new bridle, which is the same brand as GB and Baby's: it's admittedly a cheapo brand, but the leather seems much worse quality than it used to be; will see how it is after it's been used a bit. Brief visit from Mrs Next Door, who wanted to know what the temperature was going to be like tonight.
5pm-ish: Brought boys in, did their feet and rugs for the night, put them to bed with their dinner. Took Jo for a run in the field. Washed up from the bread making Mike did during tack cleaning, and tidied the dining room table as it had acquired piles of cruft. Emptied the recycling bins.
6pm: Wrote this post.
Still to do: hopefully finish off Baby Next Door's birthday present, being grateful that Mike likes to cook, dinner, washing up, Regular Weekly Phone Call With Patents, bedtime hay for the boys and a run in the field with Jo, possibly get to read a bit of my book.
And you know what? I totally see what those people mean! There's, like, half an hour of iPhone games in there, and I spend all day noodling on the internet.... |
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