Revolutionary Rants

Ahhh. A lie-in, a bath, a very strong coffee drunk from the Finnish cups (minus handles, so do they count as cups? What a question for a Saturday…) Aram sent us as a wedding gift. The calm before the storm? Perhaps.

Mum has pulled her back out. Chicken is ill and not sleeping right. Nan is also ill. Emily is feeling not-so-good post-operation (but gluing has re-commenced, which must be a good sign, one hopes). The sheep have fly-strike.

But, the sun is shining, a childhood friend has got photo ID and will be able to join us from Ireland and shopping at Lidl produced a great amount of tasty treats.

More bad than good? Perhaps. Am I rambling whilst terrified everything is going pear-shaped? Definitely.

Oh dear, I am listening to Exit Music (From a Film) the most depressing track ever… Where is Here Comes the Sun? Quickly now!