….but not necessarily in meterological terms, although we do have our moments:
Tony’s been trying to sort out his contract with his employer, (ironically) Storm Aviation; but there have been the inevitable & understandable, circumstantial & multi-national delays-beyond-their-control with paperwork, visas etc….so he’s been advised it will still be a little while before he starts flying again.
With the inevitable stress this puts on our already stretched finances as we struggle to start the business with lots of ‘outgoings’ but no ‘incomings’, it hasn’t been easy. Sadly, every time I tentatively query Tony for the latest (if any) news, he often wrongly assumes I’m ‘having a go’ rather than what I AM doing – making a simple & legitimate inquiry (as this affects us both, after all) – nor does he appreciate that I wholly sympathise with him; realise that these are circumstances beyond our control; that I am in fact, doing my utmost to support him; & that – goodness knows – one of these days I may even have a ‘bright spark’ of an idea which might actually improve the situation for him. But at present it seems the very atmosphere vibrates through the valley with fierce negativity; to the extent that it somehow feels the whole ffarm is holding a collective breath owing to this almost palpable tension.
Tony took his mind off things today, by attempting to mend the goats’ head yokes in the milking parlour; but ended up even more frustrated as it is proving no easy task. The yokes have been problematic from the start; & we certainly cannot contemplate managing the goats single-handedly in groups of twelve until they’re fully fixed. But in spite of today’s best efforts we are still not really any further forward, & more expensive materials had to be ordered to hopefully solve the problem once & for all. Basically, some of the yokes are too loose so the greedier goats release themselves early. which causes havoc partway through milking; whilst other yokes are too stiff & won’t open when the gate is released, with any unfortunately constricted goats getting almost throttled as their chums stampede past to gobble to their ‘second breakfast’ (these are definitely Hobbit Goats).
Understandably this only served to put Tony in an even grumpier mood; & as he already wasn’t feeling well – if anything, worse than yesterday – he wouldn’t help with the milking & I ended up struggling on alone with my only option being to deal with each goat individually – which took over three hours as opposed to the usual hour or so.
Meanwhile our Greenland Dog Nanuk seemed to feed off the negative energy & was almost impossible, today: pulling on the lead; howling & hooting at absolutely everything (she never barks but instead has an almost ‘Charleyesque’ vocal repertoire); & refusing to obey even the most basic commands. Even our Stud Male goat, Merson, was in churlish mood as I coaxed him back to his normal residence; clearly, he’s enjoying the company of the Milkforce at present but is allowed only restricted access to the ladies to negate the risk of caprine ‘milk taint’ which is often associated with running a male indiscriminately with the herd – & he resents my intrusion – evidently ‘Mrs Popular’ this week, then….!
Supper was a silent, strained affair….poor Tony, he’s been very much “under the weather” for days now, in spite of the unseasonably cheerful sunshine; & let’s face it, there’s nothing worse than feeling ‘peaky’ when the weather’s good (hence so may stormy photos this evening). I can only hope his contract is presented soon, so we can all breathe a sigh of relief – hopefully it’ll prove the tonic he so badly needs & as a result he’ll light up the Ffarm with that wonderful smile, again.
But for the while, it’s….