I very much admire anyone who manages to maintain a diary or, come to that, write a daily blog. John writes his diary everyday with a record of the weather, what he has planted, what's doing well, what went well. I've never quite managed to maintain that discipline, though I did keep a record in 1978 when we spent the winter on a farm in Herefordshire. The diary has a lot of weather talk, food talk, work talk, radio talk, an obsession with laundry, all the things that took precedence in the middle of nowehere where there was a long walk across the fields to post a letter or buy a bag of sweets.
This is how this week in January looked:
- 23rd Jan: A wild rainy morning, Very good string winding. Felt very tired after work but still went to post letter to P and send card to C. Irritated to find wireless broken. Interesting tea of pigeon casserole - pigeons given to John by man at Yarkhill. Did pile of washing before having a good scrub myself.
- 24th Jan: Rainy night but a mild morning. Turned windy but by three o'clock wind has dropped leaving a very sunny afternoon - washing quite well dried. Many mishaps with the tea, which was depressing. PS Chickens beginning to lay again.
- 25th Jan: A lovely mild sunny day. John went into Hereford and bought himself a new pair of hobnails and a cast iron kettle for £2. A quite satisfactory day.
- 26th Jan: John went to town again to buy his wood. Slight snow storm in the afternoon. Discovered that kettle had holes in the spout.
And so it goes on full of the trivia of living out in the sticks. Hardly Pepsyian, but funny to look back on and puzzle about some of the entries. Whatever mishaps could have happened with the tea? What was that wood for? Who was the man who gave us the pigeons?
By the way, the kettle spout was mended, it appears, on the 28th. Thank goodness for that.