Poorly Minnie

I had a good night's sleep on my nan's old zed bed. Karen and Neil gave it a good home when we moved to Norfolk and had to find places for a lot of our furniture. It has proved to be very useful for overnight visitors, of which i was one. Joanne was in the main bed, and we had a long sleepover chat once our light was out - it was like being teenagers.

I got up at 8ish, but once we were all up, the chat was up and running again. I eventually left Karen's at 10.30 and drove home in the increasingly windy weather.

I had a few jobs in mind, beginning with the allotment. I cycled up with the compost bucket. I emptied it, and then fixed the broken fence with a special stapler thing Jon has for fixing fences. Then I planted a row of garlic. Minnie hasn't been well this week, and today she could hardly move. She has been hobbling for a while, but now both legs hurt and I think she has been attacked by the rats. So I put her in my bag and into my bike basket and we cycled home. There, I bathed her legs in antiseptic wash and she sat in the conservatory. She really isnt herself and I will be surprised if she lasts the night. I gave her a slice of bread, butter and marmite. One of my favourites. She loved it, so hopefully it will give her some energy, or at least a tasty last meal. I've given her a bed in the greenhouse, as she can't perch. At least there shouldn't be any rats.

We had a curry for tea, and now it's tv time. The wine's picking up. Hope you are all staying safe. Hoping to get some washing dried tomorrow if it's still blowy!