Off to the ferry this morning as we were expecting amazon stuff. As we hit the bridge so Manager Mike was hurtling towards us. Can’t be arsed to explain all the back story but basically he was flapping once again about something he should have organised and managed ages ago, left to the last minute and then panicked about. As a person I like him, although I have strong reservations about some of his ideas. As a Manager and key member of SNH staff here on Rum where there is historic politics aplenty he is a bit of a pillock. Sylvia, not known for holding back her opinions recently got into lots of trouble for calling him a fanny on facebook. While I don’t really support that behaviour the word fanny always makes me laugh and a lot of the time he is a fanny actually. Anyway, he was wanting us to move our cars, both of which are in the village. I had already sent an email last night to say we’d be moving the Jeep at ferry o’clock but that the Rangerover was a non runner and our Jeep not up to towing it so if it had to be moved then I was happy for it to be done but we could not do it ourselves. He said he had several SNH guys happy to push it and we agreed to see him down in the village.
He then walked with Ady and then discussed and agreed on a place for it to be moved to, then we headed off to the boat. Amazon collected, helped Jinty by pumping up her tyre, chatted to Fliss, chatted to Bad Neil, chatted to Chainsaw Dave, helped Sean load a pallet of coal into his car, then home via the freezer.
We brought up some of the stuff, had a cup of tea and then went back out for the rest. By popular demand I made some peanut butter cookies, we had lunch and then all went back outside. Davies & Scarlett to place fake eggs in key places to encourage chickens to lay there in the chicken houses rather than randomly around the croft, Ady to bring wood up the hill and me to chop wood up. Another good amount of wood chopped as it was snowing and cold and only a couple of hours til dark. We are struggling to get motivated on the house digging I know, we really need this time off to regroup and re-energise I think.
Then back down to the village to collect the veg. and deliver a sack of layer pellets to Bad Neil as he was expecting a delivery which didn’t arrive today so we’ve lent him a sack til his arrives. While dropping it off we realised the Rangerover had NOT been moved to the place agreed, it had instead been pushed to a random spot, near where lots of nails are (puncture alert!), with all four wheels firmly starting to sink into some boggy grass, engine facing inwards. So totally abandoned looking and really hard to get back out and work on. Argh!!! We were both steaming about it so instead of just collecting our veg we stopped for a beer and a rant and a chat with the various folk at the shop.
Back at home there was further annoyance on my part with some more too complicated to blog about and probably not that interesting to anyone who doesn’t live here stuff to do with creating new crofts and the Development Officer running away with himself and telling people things he shouldn’t all of which makes directors lives harder to live here. Another fanny! Lesley had very sensibly suggested that actually her and I probably have a conflict of interest and should not be involved in the decisions which then had Ali panicking about half the board not being involved and finally Fliss being a voice of reason and suggesting everyone calm down. Guess that one will wait to raise it’s head again another day. Finally the internet is maddeningly slow and was refusing to load up flickr so I could send some throwback Thursday photos to facebook. I realise this is not remotely important or worthy of annoyance but by then it was one more thing to poke at me with a stick.
So I had a shower and cooked dinner instead. I’m experimenting with shampoos and not at all happy – my hair is either fluffy and tangled or greasy.
Everyone and everything is a fanny. So there!