I have not had the best time over the past week or so. I was woken up on Mother's Day with a bit of a shock - something had had a go at our hens. The chickens were okay; quite a few feathers missing, but our lovely little silkie bantam has had her skin torn in several places. Quite surprisingly I think she is going to be alright, she's such a quiet little thing that I am amazed she didn't die of shock.
Felix had been sick for the whole week with tonsillitis, so very much not fun, and then on Monday he came up in spots. Serious measles-like spots, so off to the doctor for some tests we went. He is fine and recovering nicely now, although he still looks like an example from a medical textbook.
"Amazing Tropical Skin Diseases". Or perhaps "Survivors of The Plague".
I have also not been feeling well and am due to have a tooth pulled out tomorrow morning. My dentist is inexpensive rather than sympathetic, so that promises to be quite the fulfilling experience.
But amidst the chaos and confusion, and brushing aside worries and responsibilities, I found 15 minutes to myself and stole into one of my favourite nurseries. Lost amongst their fabulous collection of seeds, I spent a lovely moment in time selecting the most delightful sounding vegetables I could find.
I walked out of that nursery on a high, quite thrilled with my purchases...
Perhaps I should take one as a good luck charm for the dentist's chair tomorrow?