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We’re expecting visitors and the rain is pouring down like it will never stop.

Spock was ill yesterday so we took him to the vet. He got two prikjes and a bottle of “tasty oil” which he detests because the smell of it is associated with the veterinary clinic. He’s feeling better already.

I baked two cakes which turned out three because there was too much batter for the bottom of the apple curd tart. A tick had found its way under my bra on the left side. I was just about to have a look in the oven when sticked its head in my skin. I twisted the beast out immediately and crushed it dead.

Blanche is still brooding. She’s sitting in the way for the other chicks to lay eggs so we get less. Only two yesterday.