bunn (bunn) wrote,

Things done of a weekend

- Went for a walk with my mother and my sister who has rather unexpectedly decided that living in Gibraltar is definitely not for her, and so has moved back to Devon for a couple of months to stay with Mum before going back to Canada. Dogs had about 4 hours of walk that day, including a lot of mad offlead runnings for Brythen. He did not appear noticeably tired by this.

- Wrote 5240 words of fiction about Fëanor for some reason I cannot entirely pin down. Fëanor story now has a beginning, an end, and most of a middle. I need to decide how much middle I actually want to write, and how much of it will be LALALA Silmarillion.

- did not finish that overdue quote, which I really, really have to force myself to finish as it's for a friend who has been patiently awaiting it for far too long. It is a really complicated quote, and I hate, hate hate writing quotes. :-(

- took down a large overshadowing tree. I had to climb a stepladder to get up to it and then balance in the try while I sawed bits off and Pp pulled on it with a rope, and then we had to march up and down the garden like worker ants orcs carrying all the sawn-off bits up to the fire-site (we did not actually burn the tree on this occasion, because we were too tired with all the worker ant stuff). It was discouraging to count the rings on the wide stump that took us a long time to saw through, and realise that the bit of tree we had removed was just 6 years old. Things grow way too fast here. Each ring was really wide and the largest piece of tree we moved took two of us and the wheelbarrow to get it up the garden.

- finally worked out where all the fruitflies that kept appearing in the kitchen were coming from (Entropy had happened messily to a potato).

- As a result of the last item having contaminated a number of the things I had planned to eat, had to improvise an interesting curry for tea, composed around the concepts 'best before dates are just a guideline' and 'Hey, there's some stuff in this jar!'. It actually tasted very nice.

- identified the three new pigs that have appeared at the other end of the village as Kune Kune pigs, from New Zealand. I am much impressed by the way that these pigs wander around on the grass in their field eating it politely, rather than rootling around like the other local pigs and turning the whole place into a giant mud-bath. Spend some time googling kune kune pigs, and wondering if a good solution to the upper garden growth problem would be to fence it off and get some kune kune pigs to go in there. Reluctantly concluded that by the time I had built a house for them and put up appropriate fencing, it would be too expensive, and probably also hassle. Possibly they would start rootling if they came into my garden anyway. That would be typical.
Tags: gardening, pigs, wittering, writing
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