Bliss. A day to myself - I'm home alone. Apart from a few worried bleats from the neighbouring sheep who haven't yet got to grips with motherhood it's very quiet here. No workman-like noises; banging and sawing and cursing, no cups of tea or sandwiches to be made. The Glam Ass has gone fishing, bobbing about in a little boat on Llyn Clywedog hoping to catch our supper - that's why. Don't get me wrong - I wouldn't be without him, but sometimes, just sometimes, it's nice to have time alone to take stock and catch up with one's own thoughts.
That was the plan anyway; to have a bit of self indulgent me-time. Time alone seems too precious to waste on mundane tasks. However, leaving them undone means we would be knee deep in dust and laundry - so chores gobbled up a huge chunk of the day as did some shopping. I fiddled about, I gazed at birds in the garden, I dodged the rain, kept up with Facebook.... Suddenly it's 5.30 and the Glam Ass is home in full-on hunter-gatherer mode. He tells me has caught 4 trout, of which he is justifiably proud. What a slippery bowlful they look too.
But what have I got to show for myself? Oh dear. not a lot.
The incubator on the desk has 14 eggs in it. These are 13 Marans' and 1 'other'. I'll candle them in a few days time to see if they are fertile and developing - that is if I can see through the dark shells of the Maran eggs. If the cockerel has been doing his job and the eggs are fertile, hatch day will be Easter Saturday. I am excited already.