Rhubarb, Plums and the Devils brew

Autobiographical

last night was one of them nights, and a quite familiar experience of recent. How I long for a decent nights sleep again. saying that I do not actually feel as tired as all that, despite having slept for less than 5 hours or at least it seemed like that, certainly not enough. I recall looking at my watch which read 3:30 or something stupid. I swear I had spent most of my time to this point tossing, turning and every other exercise apart from actually sleeping. Perhaps I have too much going on in my head and not being able to find the off switch only exacerbates the whole thing. What else? I went out this morning looking for Mr. Fox. Foxy is my cat who has been missing for an inordinate amount of time, though he has been ‘spotted’ a couple of times, it is now just a matter of either catching him or his coming home. I have to go knock on a door or two in the next couple of days and deal with someone who may be harbouring him, he or a cat like him, has been spotted coming out of there, so who knows. I do not know how I might react if someone has knowingly cat-napped my pet. part of me would want to tear their head off, the other half to do something else.

Another batch of homebrew is getting started, Rhubarb, Plum and Fig this time. First time I have tried the recipe and playing it all by ear. The Rhubarb from earlier in the season is now ready for bottling. The stuff from last year needs filtering again and ought be good for drinking very soon. Then there is the Parsnip and Plum wine to be considered, I think I shall keep the current lot for home consumption and part of any future brew will be passed onto unsuspecting friends and relatives. One imagines, with some simple distilling equipment it can be possible to cook a load of this booze down into a passable liqueur, especially where the Plums are concerned, I am sceptical of the Rhubarb being cooked down into something new though you never know what it might turn out like unless you try.

Job applications, stuff for the Job centre and more exciting stuff have been dealt with, at least in part or in mind. The rest of it shall be completed presently, along with a heap of fiction to make it look like I have done something in accordance with my job seekers agreement, Like spending 40 hours a week looking for work. I think there are better and more profitable things to be doing with my time, though I guess telling that to the employment advisor might be not be such a great idea.

Blue Skies and Cat Bites

Autobiographical

We have an unwanted visitor who pops around from time to time and causes upset, he upsets the children and today He attacked me. I know have several bloody puncture wounds in my arms and shoulder, happily the thing did not go for my face. Half of me know wants to get an air gun and shoot the bugger another half wants to do something else. The decent part says throw water, at the bugger and that will soon put it off any more visiting. Cats do not like water they especially dislike the stuff being thrown over them, even less when it is cold and snowy outside. I do not think a cat trap is practical, simply because our three will wonder into it to eat the bait, they are all greedy so and so’s you see. Half of me still thinks I could do better with a rifle, the other half is kicking me for having sold it.

Today the sun is shining and the sky is blue, it is actually a rather beautiful day, we may even go for a walk later on. School work is looming and interspersed with little bits of this and that, it is slowly getting done. The bottles are being washed through and are now soaking, they will soon be sterilised and then the home brew can be bottled up and put away. The space under the stairs will soon be groaning with box loads of the stuff. One day we may even drink it. We may even run find our ‘wine cellar’ needing to be extended in the future, though Dog knows how that will work. One day we may even get around to drinking some of it.

UPDATE:

The shoulder now aches like nobodies business. The Grey cat is now in more trouble that it can ever imagine.