Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
Oh yes, it does!
Not only was I wrong in thinking I was done with paperwork for a while (or “paperwork”, I suppose, seeing it is actually on a flash drive) but the task I was given has a distinct tang of citrus about it.
New job – sort out the database. I use the term loosely. It’s nearly 500 addresses. Four hundred are in alphabetical order by forename and the other 100 have merely been written in as we obtained them. I used it last week and found that we had 48 emails returned as undeliverable.
I have removed some, corrected others and after wasting several hours I now have a list of addresses that are probably accurate. They are, however, still sorted in a most peculiar way…
On a more interesting note we have done bark rubbings, picked apples, seen the new Polish bantams (hatched from our own hatching eggs by a local school in July) and carried on the preparations for the Education Tent at Flintham Ploughing Match (though we’re monitoring rainfall in case it gets rained off).
We also have a mystery on our hands, having had three birds delivered on Saturday and only having two in the run by Monday. We’re either looking for fox with opposable thumbs, a bantam with a shovel or a Chicken Rustler. Chicken Rustling is uncommon round here, but as the other two are close to impossible I’m having to follow Conan Doyle ( “Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”) and put up a Wanted poster.
Hope you get your chicken back!
It’s probably off sailing with Lord Lucan on the Mary Celeste…
Horrible admin task. You might like the photos in this one: http://derrickjknight.com/2014/09/18/a-ploughing-contest/
Yes, I did like them. I have mixed feelings about horses as my dad was cornered by one when working on a farm and my grandfather was nearly killed when one of his gun horses kicked him in the chest in 1917. I like to see them but I prefer to work with machines. 😉
Thanks, Quercus. I imagine this was not the Flintham one you referred to
No, but they are generally held within a few weeks of each other and sometimes only a few miles apart.
You may have learned that we lived in Newark from ’87 to ’06
I knew you’d been round the area because of your Averham theatre post and the racing. 😉