
08 Most eggscellent stories!
I don't really have anything to post, life is quite quiet. I don't miss having poultry at one level as I'm not mentally or physically prepared for how to keep them comfortable in the extreme temperatures we get in the summer. I do miss them really, but I know my current life (on the move a lot) precludes any livestock or pets. I cheer myself up by knowing at some point in the future that will change, and in the meantime I live vicariously through other people's animals.
I quite like February; with the snowdrops its the harbinger of Spring. I dislike November intensely, all those fallen leaves and grey skies, but I have to say Portugeuse autumns are a dream, lots of sun, but cool enough to work and grow stuff.
The only remotely amusing thing I can think of recently is a) I fell off a toboggan in front of a crowd of people and b) that a neighbour is very proud of his wine this year. Apparently 3 of them drank 5 litres a few days ago with no ill effects. 'Its all pure, you see, all natural' says the neighbour. 'True' says OH, who helped with the grape harvest, and then watched the neighbour clean out the machinery with a filthy rag 'Its full of bird sh*t, dirt and dust from the yard, and its been mixed together with A's mother's walking stick which has been everywhere the dog has been....'
I had better not tell you about our own olive oil. Have you ever seen a sack of olives which has been left 3 days whilst you carry on picking? The sacks are clear plastic and become very humid when full. Last year we had an infestation of olive fly (I am sure it has a proper name, its pretty common) and the warmth brought out the maggots. It was like looking at something out of Dr Who....
But we live to tell the tale
