I’m quite pleased with myself because, armed with only a pruning saw, I managed to prune both the apple trees – and also managed not to be hit by the sawn-off bits as they plummeted to the ground. All credit to the Man, before he left he chopped off their heads with a chain saw – but I completed the slaughter!
It’s not so easy doing these things because my damn shoulder plays up. I’ve been reading a few things recently where someone suggests that 55 is the teetering borderline of old age – where you still feel kinda like 25, but one push and you shoot straight through to the geriatric ward. Hope not, because there’s a lot to do.
I looked up portable electric fencing for goats and it seems relatively cheap and easy to install (and move about – which it should be, being portable). Meaning, sometime, I could get a couple of cute little kids of the horned variety and point them at my blackberry. There is a temptation,when faced with so many choices (and so little money) to live entirely in the future. I sometimes feel very happy at the thought of what I WILL do…COULD do. The thing is to DO IT.
At the same time, I’ve been singing some more. I wonder if my friends and relations secretly think I shouldn’t sing, because I sound like one of those poor people who go on Idol and make the audience snigger. But there’s something about putting lyrics to music and then belting it out…I love it. So here is the latest offering – a little grumpy, but there you go.