I'm sitting here writing my to-do list for today, figuring out what the priorities are and what would be the nice to do if I got the time. Grass cutting, seed sowing, sweeping, tidying, planting, paddock trimming, marmalade making, washing, ironing.....
It was a hard frost last night, much harder than i thought it would be, so at 6:30am I was breaking the ice on all of the animals water bowls. The pigs must have been hungry, they hurled themselves towards the feed bucket in a frenzy of snorts and grunts. I pitched backwards into a snout-dug crater and just sort of flung the food away from me towards the galvanised trough as i went, thinking i didn't want to be squashed by three chunky porkers. One actually fell over trying to get to the feed, another ended up on his knees under the belly of another frantically scoffing. And to think they were so polite a week ago.
I came back in, washed off the mud, and retreated to bed with tea to read a few blogs. That's when I realised that the husband of a lovely blogger had died. He was diagnosed with a brain tumour about a month ago, and he went downhill quickly. Gone. Just like that.
On top of the events in London this week where lives were were snuffed out in an instant, I realised what my priority for today was. Paperwork. Getting our affairs in order. Making sure there are instructions and explanantions in place in case anything should happen to either Martin or I. Having those things in place to make it easier at a time when you brain probably won't work. I have put off doing it - moving house meant a lot of stuff was tipped into boxes and ended up in allsorts of confusion, and I knew it would take a lot of time.
So that's my priority for today.