I seem to have bought another piece of Lowestoft china, but I part swapped it for two others that aren't Lowestoft. Lucky I'm not normally extravagant in other ways, notwithstanding the expensive kitchen etc.
Today, Wince and I manoeuvred the bookcases up to Ronan's bedroom, where they take up most of a wall, and it's a big room. They look great. A wall of books is a wonderful thing. I haven't yet started putting the books on the shelves, that's for another day.
I ordered a freezer. A big upright one - at present, I have two chest freezers, plus a freezer compartment, not a tiny one, on top of one of the fridges. The thing is, I want to come down to one chest and one upright, but when one has been moved, you have to leave it to settle before plugging it in. So what is one to do with the contents of the old freezer in the meantime? I can tell you, darlings. You have three for a while. What I have to guard against is having three forever. I'm a bit anxious about that - mission creep and all that.
The plan is that I have the new freezer put into the big porch (this is an actual room, the corresponding room above used to be a double bedroom, though now it has a lot of wardrobes and a big bookcase in it). I put in everything I can from the smaller chest freezer, then move that sideways, as soon as I can, then empty the bigger chest freezer, then move that beside the smaller one. Once it's settled, put back what wouldn't fit in the other two (having kept them with ice blocks in coolboxes) and work on running down what's in them all. Once I have done all that and have a spare freezer, I'll order a new fridge and pay to have whatever I don't need taken away.
I'm also getting a new water softener organised.
What I haven't mentioned, because I promised to be upbeat last time, was the awful thing that happened a few days ago. I was working in the house and heard a bit of squawking, though nothing much, but three bantams didn't come home. And they haven't ever since. I'm pretty sure that a vixen was teaching her cubs to hunt, because one fox couldn't have grabbed three agile chickens so quickly - it really didn't sound a panicked cry, I thought it was a minor squabble. They were Millie, because she loved mealworms, Mary, because she was an only chick, of Polly Garter, who loved her very much and fed her so much that she became the biggest bantam, and Plank, the white one who foolishly slept out for several nights, a few years ago and was thick as. I don't name all the chickens, but these three were pets and I'm desperately upset. One loses a chicken every so often, but three in daylight - early afternoon - in one fell swoop, as Shakespeare put it, is rough. I haven't risked letting the rest of them out since and they're not happy with me.
I'm also pretty agitated about the Pam and Peter situation, but I'll leave that for another time. Today, I'll finish with positives. The porch where the new freezer will go has been cleared, Kenny's shed has been tidied up and I've room to store things there, the bookcase, as I said, is in place and I can fill it gradually, I've returned my library books on time and I cooked a really nice cauliflower cheese for dinner. I can also tell you - from last night - that a strawberry Zaiquiri (named after Zac, the lovely new husband of Miriam) made with fresh strawberries is totally divine.
Miriam's mother discovered a love for strawberry daiquiris in Mexico but, after a few days, she asked if she'd got it wrong, as she'd been asking for Zaiquiris. I said, technically yes but it was brilliant and that was their official name from then on, and told everyone in our What'sApp group. It has completely taken off.
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