Sunday, July 21, 2013
It has been HOT and humid, we went from 15°C to 40°…winter to high summer. Haying has been going on for a couple of weeks and as of yesterday is finally finished. I have been on total farmhouse AND farmstead duty, ALL of it. Needless to say nerves are frayed and sleep is restless, at best; an endless dance with dropping and pulling ONE sheet AND trying to find a calm moment of peace and quiet between the snoring stops and startling starts of the Sheepfarmer’s serenade, to sleep (blessed sleep!), THROUGHOUT the night.
To electrify the concert, I was being attacked by a few mosquitoes that DRONED in the sticky, airless night. I calmly got up and plugged in the poison.
The ever frugal, wanting for little, overly exhausted Sheepfarmer got up and unplugged it!!! “There are no mosquitoes,” he says
"YES, there are!”
“You’re imagining it, none have come near me...”
"That’s because they don’t dare APPROACH the triple 7, laying in the MIDDLE of our 140cm OLD bed!”
Slowly the steam dissipates and a little while later he asks, “What’s a triple 7?” and I answered