A new day – and the weekend. Wonderful!

I cannot believe that this time last week, I was with my little sister in Merimbula. It seems like forever ago and yet at the same time, merely yesterday. How does time do that? Very sneakily I’d say.

Most of to day I seemed to have pottered around our home, just doing a little of this and a little of that. After cleaning the shed quickly, I set about trying to bake some foccacio bread. What fun and what delicious aromas filled our home. I am not crash hot at this type of baking, but I am determined to master it somehow. Well – you could have knocked me down with a feather dearie – as my bread turned out beautifully! Very yummy, more-ish and surprise, surprise – delicious too! Move over Bakers Delight here I come!

For the rest of the day – apart from nibbling on the foccacio bread every time I walked past (Darn! Not good for the I-will-only-eat-healthy-food declaration I made to myself) – I sorted out recipes, did some filing and wrote the many e-mails that were overdue. Definitely not a stressed out sort of day. Lovely!

Ken, at last is learning to take some time off from his constant working. Although he still harrowed in the Small River Camp to day, and did a bit of slashing too but in between those activities, he allowed himself to pop in to check on the rugby and cricket scores on TV and tarried a while. Something he normally does not do. Good on you my man, it is about time you learnt to just enjoy life. ‘Tis the weekend nog al! (“Nog al” meaning “also” in Afrikaans for those of you not au fait with the lingo).

I love watching Ken feed the bulls – and as they are in the camp alongside our shed at the moment I am able to watch their morning “lets-get-fat-together” meal! All the bellowing and argy-bargy that goes on around the feed trough is fun to watch. Mmm! These boys are getting big now. I would not like to be bumped by one of them, as they are carrying a lot of weight and would pack a serious bump should one get in their way.

I am feeling a little lost as I have finished the Stieg Larsson trilogy. You know that feeling when you wished you had read slower as you so enjoyed a book and did not want it to end? That’s where I am at present. I have a lot of other books to read, but just do not feel like starting anyone of them – very unusual for me. Ah! Just give me a few more hours and I will recover and be once more nose in book.

The sun peeped out shyly on the odd occasions to day. Not for long and not very hot either. Hopefully it dried up a few of our muddy roads though, as Paddy and Robert are meant to be coming up to the farm next weekend to help Ken plant the rye and clover for the winter feed. We need passable roads for that.

I keeled over fairly early in the evening while Ken sat glued to the TV – riveted by whatever sport he was watching. Just let me known the score to morrow and I am happy, as my bed has far more of a magnetic pull for me! I pushed z’s around the room loudly as I escaped once more to the Land of La-la!

My saying for to day is ….

“Hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes – and six months later you have to start all over again.”

 – Joan Rivers