Procrastinate, postpone, put off, delay, dilly dally, dragging feet
Drumming, hammering, pounding – the rain buckets down
All day avoidance tactics. Work to do. Toppling piles of the stuff. But somehow I just can’t settle. I vaccinate Ginny’s calf with her second does of bluetongue vaccination; the last animal to be covered, hoorah. I come back in drenched; dry, change and get ready to work…
Sidestepping the real tasks I clean up my computer; I arrange all my books in alphabetical order. Eventually I make it to the work in hand. I try to call people…planning department, builder, energy consultants (totally useless), soil association (bone to pick), Devon Cattle Breeders (cattle to sell): no one’s there; are they playing the avoidance game too or they are away on holiday? Scuppered; I don’t need much to stop me dead in my tracks today.
I take the dogs for a walk hoping the pouring rain will refresh enliven and stimulate.
Plish, plash, plosh, splish, splash, splosh – I’m in a world of green wetness.
I slip trying to cross the dam to take a photo of the impressive waterfall. My boot fills with cold muddy water. Squelch squash squish – warm spurts are propelled out of my boots. The dogs are intrigued by the noise and pouts of water landing on their noses.
After I returned from my wet walk I tried to upload my photos onto my blog, but as yesterday’s luck would have it they refused to upload. After an hour or so fiddling and loosing patience I was rescued – by some good friends. A life saver; wine, nosh, talk and a laugh!





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August 1, 2008 at 11:28 pm
Catherine Sherman
Gorgeous photographs! I feel that I’m right there! That wine, nosh, talk and a laugh sound pretty good.
August 3, 2008 at 8:41 am
mary
I was paddling around in Haytor this week house-sitting and dog-sitting! I was supposed to keep picking the sweet peas, mangetout, courgettes, french beans etc but as it rained heavily and continuously I never got round to it. At least I didn’t have to water them. I hadn’t taken wellies or any sensible shoes and only had sandals which was pretty stupid. One bonus was the hatching of five Rhode Island Red chicks which a broody Cuckoo Maran hen proudly produced as if they were her own progeny. Really sweet furry little things cheeping away as if their lives depended upon it and they never saw the sunshine for the first four days of their lives.
I am so glad that Ollie was unharmed when his car crashed. Your previous story brought back sad memories for me Paula. A few years back, my step grandson (aged 18) was killed outright and another boy in the front passenger seat was also killed when his car went off the road and hit a tree. Another boy in the back seat was injured. This happened in Capetown where the family live and where he was brought up. The family’s lives have been dramatically altered by the tragedy.
PS I cannot believe you are dyslexic!
August 3, 2008 at 8:43 am
mary
How on earth did that smiley get there? I was typing (aged 18) – I will spell it in case the smiley reappears – aged eighteen.
August 3, 2008 at 8:51 pm
paula
The friends and nosh bit certainly was Cathy – but the rain – well, not so good. It’s got into one of those ruts and become cold too! I want some summer…
August 3, 2008 at 9:04 pm
paula
Not a good week at all Mary – and worse promised for next week too. Are you still there or have you returned home?
I’m glad the chicks were strong enough to survive and their ‘mum’ was proudly attentive.
Oh Mary, how completely heartbreaking for you and the family – it makes me feel quite cold inside. I find the abrupt finality of car accidents difficult to assimilate. So very tragic. Olly got off lightly indeed.
The smiley is quite mysterious – in my email notification of your comment it was 18. Very strange.
August 7, 2008 at 7:37 pm
elizabethm
How well I know that can’t settle feeling! I think you might have had even more rain in Devon than we have had in Wales, and that’t not natural!
August 8, 2008 at 8:38 pm
paula
And even more for tomorrow – help!