I got the call to go and pick up Andy yesterday just after 2 p.m. The unidentified bug had been indentified - apparently is normally found in dogs' ears and up rabbits' noses and is a b****r to shift. It all sounds a bit revolting to me, but not half as revolting as the wound it has left in Andy's arm and if you are particularly into horror then go and take a look-see at his Facebook page because I sure as heck am NOT posting it on here. YUKK!!!
Anyway, I immediately put himself to work this morning mowing the lawn. Fresh air and exercise, that's what you need after a week languishing in a hospital bed (albeit with regular scurries up the corridor to the coffee shop; I know - a coffee shop in a hospital? Shouldn't be allowed...) And so with his arm in a sling, Andy the Brave manhandled with a single arm the lawnmower up and down and up and down our extensive lawn whilst I went a-weeding and a-pruning and then we had a quick stop for lunch on the grass before Andy went in pursuit of a red kite and I tiddled about with some knitting.
The farmer has been mowing the fields around us for silage and this has caused much excitement amongst the local rook population of which there are several hundreds, I kid you not. And with the rooks came some birds of prey which Andy and I have been stalking for the last 24 hours and have decided that they are, in fact, red kites. Which is VERY exciting. Who'd have thought, eh? Being able to watch red kites from your kitchen window?
The red kites seem better at catching the prey thrown up by the silage cutting than the rooks, who have been attempting the art of master thievery, and trying to wrangle the goodies from the kites. The kites, as you can imagine, are having none of this, and there has been a lot of 'Back down!' , 'No, YOU back down!!' malarkey going on and it has all been very entertaining. There has been one especially determined kite who has been seeing off the rooks with much aplomb and just sitting in the field, biding her time until the next unfortunate rodent comes along, ripe for the plucking and gulping down thereof.
I have joined Facebook! I know! It was an act of pure desperation, I have to say in my defence, in that I couldn't get hold of Andy yesterday morning as the mobile phone signals here are dire; I can send a message from my phone at 8 in the morning and I am lucky if it arrives with its recipient by the end of the day. (Mind you, I have discovered that I get a better sending signal if I wave my phone up the chimney - a touch of the Harry Potter's there, it seems. I just look a complete weirdo doing the Dance of the Wavy Phone in front of the woodburner, that's all. And don't for heavens' sake tell Andy because he already thinks I am weird enough for voting Brexit, without my conviction that I can send texts up the chimney! Mind you, I'm not the one who got bitten by a cat and had to spend a week in hospital, am I?)
So, because Andy is on the Facebook, I thought that I would join too, and then I could send him a message (on the Face Feed Page News) and he could tell me what on earth was going on NOW in the Great Cat Bite Calamity. Because really, I needed him to come home. The lawn needed mowing.
So now I am all Facebooked up and never have I been more confused in my life. Too many pages! Too many feeds! People commin' at ya from all sides...eeeekkk! But I am with it now, and I can see the benefits of it for keeping in touch with all my family and chums, now we are living in the almost wilds of Shropshire. And I got into the Twitter swing, so why not the Facebook? (Is it called 'The' Facebook? Or just 'Facebook?' Who knows? Who cares?
Anyway, Andy has got to go back to hospital on Wednesday to see the consultant. Have a consult. You know. And he's been signed off work for 2 weeks which means the lawn will stay in good shape before our raft of visitors begins to arrive mid-July. He is still on antibiotics because of the dog ear rabbit nose thing, and his arm still has a look of Frankenstein's child about it, but I am sure, come Christmas, we shall be sitting around the fire having a jolly good laugh about it all.
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