Can you believe my hubby is sitting here for the second night running, watching The Royal Institute Christmas Lectures. I do mention every year that surely they’re meant for children, but he won’t have it! Got our fingers crossed for our long-awaited oil delivery either tomorrow or Friday now the track has totally thawed. It’ll be nice to feel warm again just moving from one room to the other, it’s certainly been a chilly Christmas and sadly Glyns parents couldn’t come and stay because of it. We’ve got green fields again today for the first time in ages, just wet and soggy now but at least I’ve stopped having to break ice on water troughs for a while. Made the mistake of getting on the scales this morning, I’m telling myself it’s water retention, but to be honest any liquid hanging about will be Merlot. No point doing anything about it yet as we’ve got New Year coming up, and for the first time in a while we’re going out with friends to bring it in, knowing me, I best have a snooze first!
When I began my working life on farms, living in caravans and being that cold I’d go to bed in my clothes ready for the next morning, I vowed that I’d never put myself in that position again. Move forward nearly 30 years, and we’ve turned the heating off before we run out! It’s been on order for 3 weeks, but our track has just not been passable since the first blast of winter. I have told Glyn that if we run out of logs and coal, I’ll burn the settee as I quite fancy a new suite for next year. Even had a call from BBC Breakfast which was exciting. They wanted to find out if we were newsworthy, but to be honest, we’ll be fine. Might even be a way of losing some weight over Christmas instead of gaining it. Sadly we’ve had to cancel visiting family and friends across the country which is a shame, but our temporary absence is nothing compared to the horrors we keep seeing on the tele. As I’m writing this, it’s still snowing. We managed to move the cows nearer home yesterday which was a little hairy with them not being able to distinguish their route with everything white over. Our main problem is frozen water and having to carry it to both them and the sheep twice a day. Luckily we’ve got plenty of hay to last them and if all else fails and we run out of provisions, maybe we platt some together and think of it as Shredded Wheat. The hens hate it and spend most of their time in bed, Mabel the kitten thinks it’s fantastic and likes to catch each snowflake when it falls. I’m happier now I’ve discovered that socks have togs, who’d have thought, duvets for feet! Wishing you a safe and Happy Christmas, and here’s to 2011, whatever it throws at us x