It's been a quiet and peaceful day...Himself has been taking the tops out of some of the Willow trees...they've grown ludicrously tall and many have begun to split halfway up making them dangerous in high winds. The donkeys eat the softer top branches and the rest we use on the range...
I made an attempt to tidy up in my shed but gave up after a while...so long as I know where stuff is, it doesn't matter much if it's a bit messy and untidy...and much joy...found BBC Radio 4 on the radio. It's rather crackly but fine rather than that so I was able to listen to the afternoon play...always one of my favourites.
We've tried before to get Radio 4 but without success until I Googled it...and lo and behold it tells you exactly how to receiv.e it in Ireland. Can't be doing with the local radio stations...mindless 'pop' music and endless adverts and the awful funeral notices they read out in ultra solemn voices...
They have 'phone-ins as well...my neighbour is always going on those...everything from heartfelt discussions about the state of the economy to what's to be done about pot holes in the roads. Nothing ever gets sorted out or resolved...I think it's just people liking the sound of their own voices. And every so often the presenter will break in to say there are cattle straying on the main Castlebar road...
All out war has been declared on the mouses...I know I didn't mind poor little Michael mouse but his entire extended family have moved in lock, stock and barrel. I moved the flagons of wine and there were the tell-tale signs...and on the kitchen window sill...and under the sink. So Himself has bought the supermarkets entire stock of mousetraps and is busy cutting up little morsels of cheese.
If Bobby wasn't hell bent on murdering the cats I'd have them indoors so fast their paws wouldn't touch...I'd rather have them inside than Bobby actually. He blows and whistles when he's asleep...and he has awful smelly wind and no matter how often I brush him he still leaves clumps of hair everywhere. And my cats are cuddly and warm, even if they do have a penchant for suddenly taking a lump out of your ankle for no reason...
Eilis is just stupid with them and tries to bite them but she's smaller than they are and I think the cats would win if it came down to a battle. Millie is totally indifferent.
So, as I can't have the mouses natural predators indoors we've resorted...as we do every year...to traps dotted about in strategic positions. I make Himself extricate any that are caught though...can't bear seeing their little paws and bright shiny eyes...poor little sods.
We've begun to get drinking water from the spring down the road again...it's a bit of a faff to remember, but the tap water tastes distinctly odd most of the time and when I can taste the water rather than coffee, it does seem silly not to avail of the spring water. So that's Himselfs last job of the day...