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The yellow house, down the road from us, the one that the princess lives in, recently acquired a load of chickens. They seem to be released every morning and roam around the gardens either side of the yellow house, along the grass verges, pecking around the hedges, trees and parked cars. They are healthy looking, free ranging birds. Up until this morning, I had yet to see them on the road though Eva had told us that she had seen them in the road a few weeks ago.
I was walking back from the ICA this morning, having just spoken to Eva as she headed for the gym, when I spotted two adventurous hens striding across the tarmac, intent on breaching the garden opposite the yellow house.
Then, as I rounded the corner leading to our house, Bengt drove up and stopped to chat. He was off to a lunch. I pointed out the chickens. He then told me, in passing, that they were probably going to take the boat out of the water this afternoon when he returned.
Apparently the water has risen by 30cm which makes it difficult to get the boat out. I don’t know why. They have a sailboat so perhaps it’s something to do with that. Obviously, The Bob would never be put off by a rise in water level.
At home, there was a bit of admin and general housework until it was time to make my crème brûlées for tomorrow’s dinner. We are having KSP and Jonas over. This is to make up for last week’s cancellation because of Freya.
After the brûlées were in the fridge, I made dinner before heading out for one of the final Riksteatern meetings before it all closes down.
It was just three us physically in the room with Asa and Irene on phones.
Peter was pretty philosophical about it all and the meeting had a general air of finality. Of course there are still two more shows to put on first but then, apart from a couple of required meetings, it will all come to a halt. This is what happens when the public no longer want to buy what you’re selling. Sad but true.
I had a lovely walk home afterwards. The churchyard looked delightfully ethereal.
Mirinda didn’t come to the meeting (she’ll be attending next week’s extraordinary one while I’m in Italy with the Weasels) as she had a digital Gathering at home.
And, just in passing, I am currently rereading Good as Gold by Joseph Heller and came across this passage which reminded me why I love his writing.
‘I got a better grade on all the papers I copied from you, didn’t I?’ Ralph reminded him. ‘Bruce, this President is a very busy man. He has to keep doing so many things a lot faster than he’s able to write about them, even when he’s doing nothing more than writing about all the things he’s supposed to be doing. That’s why he needs all the help he can get. Bruce, have you ever thought of working in government?’
