Three hundred posts and what do I have to show for it? I quite like reading what other people are doing (just like I used to like looking into back gardens when riding in a train) but I’m not sure I’m adding much to the world.
Take this post for instance, I’ve been trying to find an exciting subject for a week now, and failed. Looking on the bright side I didn’t have too much trouble with the title this time.
So, today. It’s a ll been a bit flat. David Bowie died. A member of the Bread Group died. One of our volunteers has foot and mouth disease (though not the animal one, so we aren’t allowed to shoot her and burn the body) and I’ve had a quote for lunch turned down by a group that will be using the centre at the end of the week – they can only afford £2.50. Looks like it’s going to be a small lunch.
Outside, we did get a good look at the new goat, some wheat growing in a wheelbarrow and a large spider, which, as far as I could tell, was not from Mars.
We also helped muck the pigs out as the recent rain found a hole in the barn roof and conditions under foot (or trotter, to be precise) were a bit moist. I say “we” but I had some really important emails to write, which is why I’m the only one that doesn’t smell like the inside of a farmer’s wellington.
That’s it, 300th post written and not a mention of the Spartans. It was close but I avoided it. Now I need to start planning a really good post for my 500th, which, if I keep this rate up, will be around November.
I think I’ve thought of one…