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Picking up the pieces…

Well … I was going to write something witty today but my wits have been buried under several inches of snow, along with a large portion of my sanity, not to mention my anti-chocolate armour (a bar of chocolate is a bar of chocolate, right, no matter how big it is? Right? …)

Where was I?

Oh yes.

The snow.

I no longer like the snow.

Today, I was meant to have an assessment for counselling. Believe me when I say this was a Big Deal. It took a long time to come round to the idea that some sort of professional support was required. Then a bit longer to ring up and make the appointment. Thankfully, it was only a week but a week is a long time when something is looming.

But the appointment gave me something to aim for, a structure. 2pm Wednesday, Wednesday at two o’clock, a mantra, a rhythm, a heart beat.

And then it snowed and all appointments were cancelled.

I have to ring tomorrow to book a new appointment – that is, if they are open.

That’s the problem with pinning your hopes on something, you never know when the goal posts will be moved.

So it’s been a bit of a miserable afternoon for me. All that adrenalin had to go somewhere and it came out as a lot of rather negative bullshit, though, of course, at the time what’s real is what feels real.

A blip, a dip, a bloody great crater.

Use what metaphor you will, I fell good and proper.

But I’m back on my feet now, after several cups of tea and a couple of rounds of toast and honey.

This will not become a moan and groan blog, I will not allow it.

So here’s something to make you all giggle.

I’m currently staying with my friend H and her two kids, L and A.

H and A built a snowman this afternoon (L being far too aloof to engage in such activities with his mum and little sister!).

Spot the difference…

6 January 2010

6 January 2010

2 February 2009

2 February 2009

🙄

Edit: on re-reading, it occurs to me that I failed to mention the real reason I got back on my feet (well, on my arse on the sofa) – support from friends. Never underestimate the power of a phone call or a hug. Invaluable.

The first of the first

Today, cameraless but gloved and booted, we took the dogs for a walk, revelling in the crisp air, the still frozen grass, the bright sunshine… Ok, so the wind was a tad in the chilly side, and there was that slight incident where I was too late to stop Snipe rolling in what she viewed as delightfully fresh dung (yes, again!), and there’s the fact that we had the same thought as half of Somerset, but we managed to find a less-populated path and for the most part, had the hillside, sun and spectacular views to ourselves.

Not a bad way to start the new year, notwithstanding the car journey home with Snipe and then washing her…

Kune Kune porkers and sows for sale in south Wales

Due to a change in circumstances, I need to drastically reduce the size of my (unregistered) Kune Kune herd, porkers and adults alike.

They are all extremely friendly, bucket trained, electric fence trained, wormed, and are currently living outside.

They are also rather tasty, whether as sausages, chops or the extra guest at Sunday dinner. The last porkers that I sent off at 6 months came back at approximately 70ish kg, which is equivalent to half a British pig!

Unregistered KKs tend to go in the region of £40-£60 but I’m open to offers on them all…

2 x proven sows (black and white), aged 3
1 x barren gilt (black and white), unknown age, at least 4

1 x maiden sow (ginger), home bred, aged 16 months
1 x gilt (ginger), home bred, aged 16 months

1 x boar (ginger), home bred, aged 16 months

3 x female porkers (ginger), home bred, aged 3 months, ready to kill from 6 months
3 x male porkers (ginger), home bred, aged 3 months, ready to kill from 6 months

Tia, Brini, Perky, Fergie and Scrumpy - 3 November 2009

Tia, Brini, Perky, Fergie and Scrumpy - 3 November 2009

Pinky, Curly and the piglets - 13 December 2009

Pinky, Curly and the piglets - 13 December 2009

Dogs in disgrace

I took the dogs for a long walk across the hills and fields yesterday, crossing not one but two streams, throwing sticks for Snipe and letting Midge race after as many rabbits as she liked. And all that in the pouring rain.

And how did the little madams thank me?

By rolling in fox dung!

Snipe and Midge - 27 December 2009

Snipe and Midge - 27 December 2009

So what did I have to do?

Stand outside in the pouring rain and wash the little darlings.

Hmph…

Somerset

I’m currently staying with friends in Somerset while I put things back together. It’s raining today so the view across the valley is obscured by interminably grey clouds, which is a shame as I’ve spent a lot of time leaning against the fence or sitting on the roots of some of the ancient and wise trees, just staring at the hills and fields, watching the steam train chug across the valley floor, revelling in the peace and silence, and being comforted by the knowledge that I am simply the latest in how ever many thousands of years to look over the same valley, that my fears and hopes aren’t that much different to those who have gone before me, or who will come after me.

I haven’t taken any satisfactory photos of the view, which is probably a good thing as it’s something to experience at the time. A photograph couldn’t possibly capture the emotions that the view inspires, at least not for me.

But here are some others that I’ve taken.

Somerset - 27 December 2009

This is the hill that I let the dogs run loose on. Midge has thus far failed to catch any rabbits, despite her best efforts. Snipe, in turn, has also failed in her deer hunting quest, though she has eaten more than her fair share of deer poo...

Snipe - 27 December 2009

Snipe takes a quick break after running up and down (and down and up and up and down...) the hill fetching sticks...

The obligatory ritual humiliation of small dogs

Midge is still in disgrace after her shenanigans yesterday with the turkey and ham, all the more so after putting up with an evening’s worth of theft-induced flatulence more suited to a fat hippo than a Jack Russell Terrier.

And so here is a second photo of Midge as she lay there suffering after her Boxing Night binge…

Midge - 26 December 2009

Midge - 26 December 2009

Funnily enough, she wasn’t hungry this morning…

Indigestion, anyone?!

So, what do you do with leftover ham and turkey?

There are many answers to that question, but if your name is Midge, you’re a Jack Russell Terrier and you’re a greedy little so-and-so, the real answer is to steal and scoff the lot.

Midge feeling extremely sorry for herself - Boxing Day 2009

Midge feeling extremely sorry for herself - Boxing Day 2009

I am sure she feels a million times more miserable than she looks.

Well, I hope she does, anyway…