It has been a far from restful weekend, but it has been a really productive one.
It started on Friday, when my long awaited new back door was fitted. I have been waiting 6 months for this door. There is no comparison to the old one, which was hanging on by virtue of gloss paint and silicone alone.
I’m not quite sure what to do with myself now that the door opens and closes without requiring kicked. I almost miss the draught blowing through the frame. Almost.
It’s odd how quiet the kitchen is now. It might even be worth cleaning the floor ocaisionally…
They say things come in threes, well no sooner was the door going in, than the family heirloom, a 1947 petrol-only Fergie was delivered after what can only be described as an extended refurbishment.
My father is torn between delight at its return, and utter devastation that he’s not here to play.
I, on the other hand, with the help of a very good neighbour, spent Sunday evening hauling enormous planks of wood out of the old garage in order to house the tractor. Then I had to reverse it in. Brake and clutch. That’s it. Of course, the exhaust was too high to get through the door, so as darkness fell, I removed chunks of door frame in an effort to squeeze Fergie into her old home.
I succeeded, but the doorframe has seen better days. Ahem.
So, these things come in threes indeed. I have four Muscovy ducks. At least two have been laying recently. The brown one decided to install herself on the nest and brood. Like hens, ducks get broody, because their body temperature rises. That makes them sit on the nest. I don’t have a drake, so if she stays sitting the eggs will rot. Cooling them down makes them less likely to sit. Said duck, with the aid of very strong gloves and a nifty little crate, is now caged in the Pumphouse and will remain there for a few days whilst she chills out. Apparently, they need a good air flow under their bums. Who knew?
Needless to say, the duck is in a huff.
With all that, some cow wrangling on the reef, a trip to the Tiree Tech Wave, work and a good hoover and dust, I have certainly made the most of the weekend.
The ferry has been cancelled for tomorrow, which is a fairly good indication that remaining indoors is the way to go. So I reckon sitting by the fire working is just the rest I need.