The hen hasn’t appeared at all today. One of the other hens has a poorly leg and is limping, coincidentally her left leg the same as me but I’m guessing hens don’t do empathic cracked ankles so it probably is genuine. I hope the hen does reappear, she is one of our favourites. I assume she is either off doing ‘hen who wouldn’t give up’ type stuff and will reappear with babies in a couple of weeks, will have gone for good or will be a bit like a dodgey east end trader of a hen who you appreciated while she’s around with her suitcase of rip off designer watches and fancy perfumes but know not to mention when you don’t see her for a while. It was suggested today that she was off on a ‘hen night’ by one of our visitors which made me laugh lots picturing her wearing L plates and drinking cocktails while wearing a T shirt with a picture of one of her hen mates 😆
In other non-fowl related news we watched some Horrible Histories this morning, Davies re-tidied his bedroom after I’d highlighted some of the flaws in his previous tidying attempt and Scarlett helped him (as it was Ady who tidied her room I suspect she was feeling lucky rather than smug and she has a good sense of karma that girl).
Helen, Alex and Abbie arrived mid morning and Helen and I chatted while the little two spent the entire five hours or so out with the birds and the older two spent some time hanging round us, some playing chess and then battleships, some lurking with the birds and then the remainder watching a Harry Potter film in Davies’ room.
Helen and I spent the whole time chatting. It’s funny how people seem to come into your life at just the right time to inspire or support you and I really feel meeting Helen has been a small catalyst for us deciding to embark on the plan for next year, coming across someone doing something outlandish and loving it.
When they left I hung some washing out, brought some in and was looking for the hen when Ady arrived home. He stood and chatted to me while I made quiche for dinner, the kids had free choice each on videos – Davies chose James and the giant peach which he has been speculating for ages might be Tim Burton and he was proved right – love that he can spot a director ;). Scarlett chose Walking with Dinosaurs which spawned a whole load of dinosaurness at bedtime with Davies appearing with plasticine stegosaurus, t rex, pteradactyls and diplodocus for me to identify while I was trying to have a bath 😆
I finished reading ‘not bad for a bad lad’ by Michael Morpurgo and the back story information stuff on the back pages before we began the now ritual we’re off to bed, oh no we’re not, okay we are now, not really pantomime routine that is 9-11pm in our house currently. Fortunately this is also prime alcohol consumption time for Ady and me so we get to be softer and ever more easily entertained parents while Davies and Scarlett get a really good public information type education about why drink is bad for you. Or something.
We had dinner while watching Heston and his Willy Wonka creations – never quite sure if he is mental or genuis and suspect a mix of the two.