End of another day.

Jemima vacuuming up the bird seed that has fallen on to the ground. And Smoky Robinson 'on guard'. There is wire fencing around their garden, so they can't just disappear to the river in the valley. Their bodies are so heavy that their wings don't give much lift off either! But they are happy enough pootling about, must be a duck heaven for them really. Jemima has started laying again, so I have one enormous duck egg a day.
We are full of paying guests. One chap working at the power station, and two erecting conservatories in the village. At the weekend we have a couple who have been here before, returning for three nights. Such a compliment when people return. Next week full again all week.
In between all the cleaning of rooms, making beds, we are sorting through stuff.
Stuff to recycle, stuff for the tip, stuff we are taking. The latter changes by the minute.
The top shed has had its first trawl through. This has all the tools, screws, nuts and bolts, leading to a car full for the tip. "Why have you put that in the car?" "Been bust for years." "So why wait till now?"
Our first foray up into the loft.
There is stuff up there left by the people who ran it as a care home. Incontinence pads, zimmer frames, enough cotton wool to build a thousand snow men, a Christmas Tree. Obviously the people we bought the house from just decided to ignore it all. Which is what we have done for years, but no longer.
That's not taking into account our additions. Or should I say the daughter's additions. They are all over 25 now, but we have boxes of Barbies, soft toys, clothes, school and university stuff.
So far I have rescued a recorder.
The rest - well.
And the times I have asked - go up in the loft and sort it. What you want to keep - label it and pack it properly. What I have is torn dustbin bags which I am having to sort through, boxes falling apart, ditto.
There was me thinking we could move earlier than the given exit day. I doubt we will have that lot sorted before next Christmas.
It might be next Christmas as we still havent heard anything from the solicitors.
Still, it has been a beautiful day weather wise. We have had a few lovely days which lifts your spirits. Ploughing continues.
Tomorrow we will be carrying on ploughing through the loft.