It was a zesty, largely pleasant day;
a brisk breeze making it less warm as might be desired in the sunshine & still enduring a very occasional short, sharp cold shower; but by & large with a sky the soaring blue of a dunnock’s egg, it made the spirit take wing.
Boo came a-visiting, after some eggs herself although of the fluffy-feathered, multicoloured hen-&-duck varieties. She’d just been for her very first Reiki session but wasn’t too sure how it had gone i.e. whether it had improved her bad back. However, it’s early days, of course; she’ll need a fair few more sessions before she feels the benefits I suspect: like all these things, healing takes time. And I took unashamed advantage of my willing but ‘captive’ audience, to do a bit of market testing – some of the packaging designs have come back & I wanted to gauge Boo’s response – after all, she’s a potential customer – & not just for an occasional indulgence, but as an integral part of the menu of her forthcoming gourmet evenings. Interestingly as I did, she went for the typeface with a subtley more Celtic feel – so it will be interesting to see what Thursday’s Focus Group feels about it.
I took Nanuk for a lovely long walk across the fields, discovering she was desperate to make friends with the ponies; rolling over on her back in an attempt to get them to play (although of course she was on the lead the whole time). So whilst it appeared she was making progress, when I turned homewards past the field with the ewes & lambs, Allia came up & challenged her – & to my dismay, Nanuk immediately lunged & snapped her teeth, restrained again by the lead. She didn’t do anything more than that & in fact was only responding to Allia’s understandably aggressive lamb-protecting challenge; but it did make me realise Nanuk has so very much further to go, before I can look forward to her dutifully trotting along to heel, off the lead, or lounging around unattended on the farmyard: right now it’s just not worth the risk. Converesly I did have to walk her back through the area with the wethers & ram; & she behaved impeccably despite the wethers’ skittish behaviour, even sitting on command when they were all running in confused chaos around her. So whilst it’s all a bit ‘Jekyll & Hyde’ at the moment, I think – hope – the sensible dog is starting to show, at long last…..
The highlight of the day had to be whilst I was clearing some paperwork & fortuitously unearthed an otherwise tragically long-lost address list of some of my old work pals: so today I got to catch up with the lovely, lighthearted, glamorous Celia who was my Boss on the Process & Organisation Review Team; Pippa, wife of jovial Welshman Nick whom I was delighted to learn has been promoted but is having to move abroad – so I sent them details of a French smallholding I’d personally love to buy myself, if we didn’t live here; then there’s Dave, who on the Team’s demise, defected to defra & is looking forward to being a Dad for the second time (impressively quick work, too!); & also Theresa, wife of Ed with whom I shared an office & all the trials, tribulations & challenges of deciding to leave an organisation for one’s own ‘pastures new’ – we both did; & neither of us, I’m glad to say, have looked back since.
So it was in bright & breezy mood, that I hummed my way through the music blaring from the radio whilst I milked the goats this evening; after all, as loveable ole Cockney ‘sparrah’ Bob ‘oskins used to growl, “It’s good ter talk….”