Day 78, Thursday, March 19, 4.30pm: Okay, okay, so I cheated a bit on the chickens.
I was just trying to make my dreary existence a little more palatable.
In fact, I saved my two chickens yesterday.
I found them walking in the middle of the road down - appropriately - Gander Hill. So I ushered them off to the side, then rang a nearby doorbell, then checked out the garden after getting no reply. Hey presto - there was a chicken coup. At least. I think that is what it was. I duly shooed the offending foul into the coup and departed, feeling rather grand and Good Samaritan-pleased with myself. I hope it was the right house. And I hope it was a coup, rather than a Guinea pig enclosure.
Anyway, that's about the most exciting off-diary thing to have happened to me recently. Which may say something about house-husbandry.
I'm serious about catching a fish, though. I have decided to ask for John The Fish to train me. In return, I'll show him how to fade a seven iron. If he wants to fade a seven iron, that is, which I rather doubt.
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