Another cold day with little sunshine...in fact in was extremely cold indeed, the halogen heater is ok but it doesn't give off much heat so I've swopped it for a little blow heater we had already...that warmed the shed up really quickly.
Now I'm getting twitchy about the cost of running heating out there but I suppose it won't be any more expensive than having the fire lit in my former workroom...that ate turf and wood like it was going out of fashion.
The new sewing machine works like a dream...I've been appliquéing this afternoon and was so pleased with the way it turned out...beautiful neat stitches with not a mistake to be seen.
Himself has put another light in the shed for me...so now I have two rather than just the one and it's made a world of difference...I ought to have gone for bigger windows but it's difficult to know what will work and what won't until you've used something for a while. Reuben did say he could put another window in for me so I think I'll take him up on the offer...mind you he'll need to come over for about a month next time to get all he's intending to do finished...perhaps I'd better grit my teeth and promise him Irish stew for supper, though he'd have to eat it outside as the rest of us loathe the smell of lamb cooking...
Not much has happened today...though the Mistle Thrushes are back eating the Hawthorn berries...they are the only Thrushes I've seen in the garden, there never seem to be Song Thrushes unless I just don't see them...but I did see some Peewit's the other day when we went to Roscommon...they were very common when we lived in Norfolk but not so much here...I like how they all face in the same direction when they are on a field, perhaps one is in charge and tells them to look right or look left...like soldiers on parade.
The little Chaffinch with the gammy leg is still about...he spends most of his time on the ground under the bird table picking up the bits the other birds have dropped...
Having said nothing much has happened...it did in a way because Ancestry threw up a couple of distant ancestors who met with unpleasant ends...Lady Alice or Alicia Beconshawe was beheaded in Winchester market place in 1685 for harbouring two men who'd taken part in the Monmouth Rebellion...poor lady was 68 years old. That was entirely the fault of the notorious Judge Jeffries...The Hanging Judge...and Alice's husband, Lord John Lisle, was assassinated in Switzerland where he'd fled.
Alice was originally sentenced to be burnt at the stake, but it was changed to beheading because of her social position...there is plenty of information on the internet about all three of them if you'd like to delve deeper...
I'm going to poke the stew...forgot to buy any more suet to make dumplings...I used the last of the packet to make a sort of bird pudding...so I might make Yorkshire Puddings instead...