Eric Salop
Elite Member
We had a few lambs on the weigh scales yesterday. They aren't quite there yet and need to fill out a little more to make the grade. Prices are down quite a bit on last year, so no one was disappointed at not being able to sell.
I took my wife out for a meal last night, a little treat we had promised ourselves a few days ago, rather than any special occasion. We went to a place we haven't been in for a while and went early so it wasn't overcrowded. When the food arrived my wife's choice was not quite as described on the menu and was a tiny, tiny portion. Mine on the other hand was both large and tasty, which in a perverse way, sort of made things worse, even though I was good and shared some. She was torn for choice over which sweet to choose from the desert menu, so I was going to order for myself her second choice , then she could have a taste of mine too, but kept that quiet. Sometimes good intentions come to nothing. The young staff were not skilled at customer service and couldn't be bothered to take the order, so in the end I paid and left with a very disappointed wife. When we got home she put on a rock album, played a few tracks with the volume up and managed to start smiling again.
No hot sun today, ideal weather for me to make a start on pointing the house. I have been doing this steadily for the last 3 years again. The planning rules that gave me permission to convert the former barn into a house require me to keep the original 200 year old lime mortar. Out in the real world, the mortar between every brick has been taking a battering from the weather for well over 200 years and every bit needs cutting back and replacing, in fact, building control will not sign off the property until it is done. Doing a little each year is classed only as repair, so keeps within the rules and more importantly, gives me a good excuse to take my time.
I took my wife out for a meal last night, a little treat we had promised ourselves a few days ago, rather than any special occasion. We went to a place we haven't been in for a while and went early so it wasn't overcrowded. When the food arrived my wife's choice was not quite as described on the menu and was a tiny, tiny portion. Mine on the other hand was both large and tasty, which in a perverse way, sort of made things worse, even though I was good and shared some. She was torn for choice over which sweet to choose from the desert menu, so I was going to order for myself her second choice , then she could have a taste of mine too, but kept that quiet. Sometimes good intentions come to nothing. The young staff were not skilled at customer service and couldn't be bothered to take the order, so in the end I paid and left with a very disappointed wife. When we got home she put on a rock album, played a few tracks with the volume up and managed to start smiling again.
No hot sun today, ideal weather for me to make a start on pointing the house. I have been doing this steadily for the last 3 years again. The planning rules that gave me permission to convert the former barn into a house require me to keep the original 200 year old lime mortar. Out in the real world, the mortar between every brick has been taking a battering from the weather for well over 200 years and every bit needs cutting back and replacing, in fact, building control will not sign off the property until it is done. Doing a little each year is classed only as repair, so keeps within the rules and more importantly, gives me a good excuse to take my time.
