So, apart from investigating being boiled alive, I've been valiantly struggling to put my workroom/sewing room into some kind of order...for reasons long forgotten, I've saved oodles of fancy paper which comes as freebies in magazines...and some is awful...so the awful stuff, smothered in dear little teddy bears and suchlike, has fed the shredder...the very nice...too nice to use paper, has been put away in a file and I found my hacksaw which I'd accused Himself of stealing...he hadn't after all...it was in a box of wooden beads. It's been wall to wall sunshine yet again and warm enough to strip off a couple of layers and I was sorely tempted to pick a few more pounds of Blackberries until I remembered the Devil himself will have either spat on them or peed on them depending upon which county in Ireland you happen to live...so I didn't. Just in case. We have a bird feeder hanging right outside the sitting room window which sees a steady procession of Great Tits and a few Blackcaps throughout the day...not many Bluetits though...but there is a small mouse who teeters carefully down a strand of Honeysuckle and then clings onto the feeder while gnawing away at the nuts...he's frightened of the visiting birds and beats a hasty retreat when they land...but he doesn't seem in the least bothered by passing tractors...I watched him this afternoon when he managed to pry a whole peanut out and then he sat on the perch attached to the feeder, and holding the nut in his front paws nibbled away until it had all been eaten....I'm thinking he might be living in the old Blackbirds nest in the Honeysuckle...still don't have any chickens you know...we can buy them from a chap who comes round with a van once a week...he parks on the town square and you can choose which ones you'd like and he puts them into a cardboard box...he has ducklings as well, that are so endearing I'd buy his entire stock but they grow awful fat really quickly and if you don't eat them they just get too fat to walk...and he has baby turkeys as well to fatten for the Christmas...all scraggy and scrawny and they hold their heads up really high and sort of peer at you intently...he doesn't charge much...your man. Just a couple of euro and sometimes he'll throw in a small bag of feed...if he knows you, that is. I keep dithering over chickens...I'd simply have to keep them in a run 'cos otherwise they get eaten by foxes and mink and the trouble is I do like to see them wandering off across the fields intent on something only they know...but it isn't kind to let them go free range, however much I'd like to. Poor Adam...who has bought Willies cottage but hasn't moved in yet...looked so forlorn when we said he'd have to keep his poultry in a pen...there is a huge boar mink who lives close by and he'd kill them sure enough...and if it wasn't the mink, it'd be a fox. There are some feral cats about as well, though the poor souls don't look able enough to kill a chicken. Maybe I'll see if anyone has some chickens for sale on November day...I'd like a loud shouty cockerel again...the neighbours didn't mind in the least before you know...they all said it reminded them of when they were children and the Mother had hens and a cockerel who would chase them round the yard and wake them up in time for school with his crowing...Ancestry didn't yield any odd people today...I was looking at the early Americans and found a child named Thankful and another called Obedience...imagine being saddled with those names...