Well...I've done the Blackberry wine but I'm not happy about that Turbo Yeast...not happy at all. I like the yeast that makes the wine go plop-plop out of the demi-john...know where you are with that. And I like a little tub of Yeast Nutrient that you have to add carefully and stir well in...not too fond of the Campden tablets mind you...they look a bit sort of artifical to me even if they do kill the germs...

But I had this enormous packet of Turbo Yeast which guarentees instant fermentation...says so on the packet...but the Blackberries and the melted sugar and the water just sort of sit there without a plop-plop to be heard...

While I was out trawling the hedge opposite our cottage this afternoon...in a drizzle...I met a Water Board man who was trying to find a meter he'd found before but now he's lost it somewhere and he said his Granny used to make Blackberry pie and it was lovely altogether and I said your wife could make one perhaps? And he laughed a hollow laugh and said he never has puddings now...not since the days when his Granny made them and he searched forlornly up and down our street with his gadget that beeps but it didn't beep...not once.

We haven't seen Wendy or Jason for a couple of days and I think they've both had nervous breakdowns at the thought of all the work they'll have to do on Annies cottage and converting one of the sheds to put Wendy's horses in and fencing off the land for said horses before next month when the grass stops growing and the nights are darker and colder...

And our hay man who used to deliver sweet smelling hay to us all through the winter says he's not supplying this year and so we're in a bit of a panic...and I've told Himself if he wants to go back to our original supplier he'll have to 'phone him 'cos he's an old boy with a dirty mind and I'm not dealing with him thankyou all the same...creepy old eejit. Gives me the feckin' creeps...

She who bathes naked in icy cold Swedish lakes has just said Luke's boss shot six bears recently...apparently they have to cull them every year because they breed like rabbits...and then she said Luke is going Moose hunting in November...for heavens sakes...he's my little boy, he can't go wandering about in Swedish forests shooting Mooses. They cull the Wolves as well, which I think is plain unkind, but I suppose Swedish people know what they're doing...I mean...you can't eat them...bears and wolves...but Cindy makes Mooseburgers...

I had a quick look in my workroom and it made me shudder...it's in such a horrible mess...again. I swear I put stuff away when I've finished whatever it was I was doing but you'd never think so looking at the tables hidden under heaps of fabric and pine cones and bottle of glue and pin cushions and such like. I'll have to make a determined effort before too long because I'll need to be lighting my little fire and everything needs to be moved away from it 'cos it gives out a fierce heat so it does...

It'll be any day now that we hear the first pattering of tiny footsteps in the roof space as the mouses drag their duvets and jars of strawberry jam and packets of nuts into their winter quarters...the dogs will gaze towards the ceiling looking hopeful and I'll find the long handled broom to rap sharply on the ceiling when the noise gets to be too much and I can't concentrate on my book any longer...

But for now it's time to think about supper and the next installment of Whitechapel which was conducted in last weeks episode in semi-darkness so we were struggling to see what was happening...it's awful good though...sort of creepy and unsettling.