Ssssh. Quiet. It’s very quiet.
One hour done, 11 to go. UghhhhHHHH. It’s going to be a long night, this one. It’s only 8pm yet feels like the very VERY dead of night. The network is down. Although there’s internet (and hence me writing this) there’s now way we can access the drives and directories that allow useful working of any kind. There’s only one boat out there, he can be monitored on the VTS screen but he’s not answering the radio. I’m wondering why he’s doing 6 knots as a Guard vessel. One or two would be quite sufficient I would have thought.
Bro and family may be coming over to blighty in the middle of August. That’ll be good, hectic but good.
Mucker with C sounds V weak and it breaks my heart to talk to him. Some folks spout forth about how man has evolved into a highly developed, near magical species, capable of achieving wonderous things. When I see (hear) the state of my mucker I can’t help thinking that we’ve evolved into something quite grotesque and ghastly. Poor sod.
Bigbadtom has starting going all soft and goohy and kitten like. It’s spooky. Squeakytimidtabby has become a little more brave and doesn’t shake with fear quite so often when he sees bbt. Good. Our own 4 black and whites seem to ignore them most of the time. Feeding times can be a little fraught with demarkation lines being drawn and enforced, usually, but mainly it’s fight free and rather engaging to watch.
The chickens will be arriving in 4 weeks, I hope they all get on well then. Still got to finish building the run. Got to be fox proof too.