Sixteen out of twenty chicks hatched for my brother William. One is very weedy and I’m pretty certain it is on the way to the great chicken coop in the sky but the other 15 look fine. They are bad tempered little things really having a go at each other even at a day old.
All the fields have been swept now and look terrific, shame about the alpacas having to poo in them again. We are waiting for some nice light showers before the rest of the calcified seaweed goes down. I can see the docks and nettles emerging so it is time to spray them with the nasty hormonal stuff which makes them all go leggy and then die. Joshus and I have been doing a bit of slashing and burning in the garden but there is an awful lot to go. I get very tired possibly because the quack has doubled the dose of ACE inhibitors, no doubt I will get used to them but then the dose is supposed to be doubled again in ten days time. This is all about protecting my kidneys and eyes from the damage inevitably caused over time by diabetes. The quack said gaily that I might not tolerate them. What will happen I ask and he replies, very cheerfully now, oh you might feel a little light headed and fall over, marvellous. And that is without any white wine.
Thomas, eldest son, has been flat out for weeks now what with Fair Trade fortnight and the big Put People First demo at the weekend. He is organising a farmers market during the G20 demo tomorrow to feed the campers. I love the idea of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse slowly tramping towards the city. The police reaction seems somewhat over the top, these are right minded people demonstrating about the threat of climate change and the crazy antics of financial institutions. How dangerous is that? I still find it odd that a Labour party government should find protest so difficult to live with. We should send them to France for a while and let the farmers give them a going over, the English are pussy cats in comparison.