This was a gentle catching up day, recovering from jetlag and taking over Dam fro Daniel’s came after he had been house-sitting. Phone calls to my accountants, solicitors, and friends progressed many of the matters outstanding.
Then Steven and Mary came over later for a cup of tea, chat and review of my house purchases. I detected that Steven was depressed again and presumably has had no success with his search for job interviews.
Tired though we all were, we still all woke up around 1.30am when our bodies thought that it was breakfast time and that we should be up and about! Diana skulked off to the spare room, accusing me of "wriggling about" but I, like the girls, read for a couple of hours and then fell back to sleep. The problem was that I did not want to get up until after 8.30am and was late out to the dog; those spells of tiredness flooding over me again! The struggle to get shaved, showered and dressed before breakfast with the others. The body is of the wrong temperature to have a shower and has to be warmed up to get its metabolism going.
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Some fresh air and exercise with Sam and Debbie as we walked over to the meadow and walked right across it to give Sam some hunting practise. He was rather ragged to start with, after experiencing some generous freedom under Daniel's supervision. In particular, he had been given an almost continuous run of the garden and become in the habit of depositing faeces everywhere which was a bit disconcerting. Overall, he had been all right under Daniel's care and my son appreciated the experience and had become so used to giving him a run, that he offered to take him out for his evening walk again later.
I manned my office today, replaying the messages from my answering machine and acting on them, but first I had to spend some time with the gardener as we had been away. Phone calls to my accountants, solicitors, and friends progressed many of the matters outstanding and then Steven and Mary came over later for a cup of tea, chat and review of my house purchases. It seems that my first deal is still going through all right but there seems to beno other suitable properties available at the moment. I detected that Steven was depressed again and presumably has had no success with his search for job interviews.
Finished off with my last two/three days journal this evening and then joined Diana in bed for an early night. A pair of collared doves were nesting in one of my Hawthorne trees and I dropped them both with successive air-rifle shots and will prepare them for tea tomorrow. I checked their nest and no eggs had yet been laid. I regard these doves as invasive pests in view of their rise in population and they were unheard of in this country 20/30 years ago. Sportsmen spurn these in favour of the wood pigeon - a better table bird - but I try to control them and see them as a parallel with the grey squirrel. Whilst I have ceased killing pigeons during this nesting season, I will still continue to kill collared doves.