I started doing this diary in June, it's quite new. If you haven't been following have a look at the Cast of Characters which gives a quick low down on the essential day to day characters who are mentioned here...it will make more sense if you do.

I had firmly resolved not to go into town today and not to do any shopping but to stay home and tidy up the pit a little. The real Bluehook's Dingy Pit is actually a small platform under the stairs where I sit when I'm not sitting at the computer or doing something else. It is where I have my coffee and fags in the morning, where I open and respond to post, where I make my phone calls (when I absolutely have to) and where I just sit and read or stare off into space. Anyway, it does get rather littered with piles of papers and magazines and all sorts of what have you and every now and then I have to get it all organized and file it, bin it or do it. Then Lorna came and asked if I was going to town because she really needed some shopping and Irene was going off in her car. So then I realised I didn't have any bread, the car tax needed paying, there wasn't enough potatoes for dinner and.... oh well, I might as well go to town. Thought I'd better have a bath before I faced the outside world, then went up to see the horses and met Clare up there altering the electric fence to give them a bit more grazing. The horses were far too busy with the new grass to come and say hello to me. Clare is going off to Michigan at the weekend to do pre-festie work, and I'm a bit worried about not having her around. Probably nothing dreadful will happen but she helps out so much with the horses as well as in other ways that I will miss her both in the field and at the dinner table.

Well I forgot the MOT certificate so I couldn't get the car tax but I did do quite a few useful things while I was there and then met Lorna and Lauren for a cup of tea and a cake when we had all finished. I did actually tidy the pit when I got back and even went as far as getting the hoover out. I hate the hoovering almost as much as I hate doing the dishes but every now and again it has to be done. It's only when I'm doing the hoovering that I ever look closely at the carpet and I'm always amazed at the amount of mud and pebbles and bits of bark and twigs and stuff in general that finds its way in here.

My turn on the dinner tonight, I hadn't cooked in ages, it all went a bit to pot at the weekend so it was quite a pleasure to cook again in some ways. Several of the crew were away tonight so it seemed rather quiet with just 5 of us round the table.

I forgot to mention yesterday that I spoke with the prosthetist in Swansea, actually to ask for a new strap since I broke one and am now on the last spare, but I also asked about my new arm. Apparently there is someone coming over from Germany to work on it and there's no way it will be ready before I go away to Michigan. I'm dissapointed but in some ways it makes things slightly less complicated because I don't now have to worry about battery charging facilities wherever I go.

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