Whimsical musings and randomness...

Because of angry, angry hamsters (don't even ask) who were NOT feeling the love (I suggested playing them some feel-good-and-lets-all-make-friends music but was told I was an idiot ) I had to go and hunt, pry and search for another container to put one of them in.

Several hours later the biggest safe thing I could find (except one of the washing crates which my mother refused to relinqish to the cause of 'those hamsters') was an old fish tank. Which was filthy. Took me the best part of an hour to clean the thing off. Considering it had only had water, fish and rocks in it to begin with I really don't know how it got so filthy!!!

I had to take it outside to clean it off. T'was not fun.

And the hamster wasn't grateful, either.

The other two still aren't feeling the friendship (despite my giving them several serious warnings about their behaviour) but they are just going to have to live with each other, as no-one wants to be relegated to the bathtub.

I made two official phone calls in one day.

If you've ever heard just how much I hate making calls to people/businesses I don't know then you'd understand how much of an achievement this actually is

So anyway, due to my phone-bravery I have now set up a work experience placement and ordered a form from the EMA

Which were the top two things on my to-do list

So, yeah it's all good

I think I can honestly say that I never want to see another bale of hay in my entire life. After spending two solid days (not finishing until 9.30) throwing bales onto and off a trailer that only carries 100 at a time (and there were around 2250 to transport).

You can probably understand why my shoulders are now quite stiff. The incredible sunburn isn't exactly helping (apparently you have to apply suncream more than once for it to keep working )

Oh, and my Grandad who usually drives the trailer we have to load has gone and broken his arm, so my great uncle took over. He starts without warning, and doesn't listen to instruction all that much. As he's a bit lot deaf he doesn't hear us shouting for him to stop, either. gets interesting, but falling from fifteen feet in the air is not fun at all...

On the brighter side the whole of the 3 fields are now cleared

so, yes... life is good. Now to find some way to treat sunburn...

I got rid of my two oldest babies. Without giving them to Snakeman as Pet Shop Guy is now renamed due to his habit of feeding excess rodents to his snakes (I'm never giving him one of mine unless he pays for it and hence knows he will sell it on).

I gave them to a friend who wanted them for her little brother's birthday. They took them both even though I'd found there was one of each gender. So that's a relief.

Now only the last litter to go, and they're only a couple of weeks old.

My poor mother hamster has a mammary tumor (so our tame vet said). She'd lost loads of condition, so she's in a seperate cage with the smallest baby to keep her company and they get some of everything going in an attempt to fatten them both up.
The General is looking after the other babies he didn't seem too happy about it but hey, what can you do!

I was in the barn today on a DIY mission, when I looked down.

There were 4 dead baby swallows (and an adult) on the floor. According to those who came after, a cat must have got into the nest hence tipping them out before leaving without eating any of them. Far fetched, anyone? Well, I thought it was... but you just can't tell some people.

Anyway being me I had to go and have a closer look. On trying to turn one of them over to see if it had been got by an animal I realised it wasn't actually dead (unfortunately all the others were, though) although it was very very cold and more than half way to the big bird nest in the sky.

Not knowing what to do (I don't make a habit of playing with wild bird chicks) I took it inside and put it under a chicken lamp to warm up in a makeshift nest. It seemed to work quite well (there was more movement than the previous deathlike stillness it had had when chilled).

EVENTUALLY my dad got home, and we found a nest to put it in (his idea, not mine). He was cursing for about an hour about 'those cats' of mine... even though as I pointed out the evidence didn't suggest cat to me (although what it did suggest I have no idea - they don't call me Sherlock Holmes )

The problem now (apart from foul moods and 4 less swallows in the world) is that it had mites/bird lice/whatever you call them. Eurgh

Ok, so I'm in school.

In summer.

Even though I already took exams.

Because they are 'helping' us with UCAS.

And I'm in a library populated with year eights. Who are being shouted at. Whoever said libraries were peaceful has obviously never visited this one! At least my 6th form fleece means that teachers and students alike ignore me wandering around in a lesson period. It's like I'm invisible but in a good way

Not that I can think of any bad points to beinginvisible right now In fact if someone ran up to me right now and offered the chance to turn invisible forever I just might take it. At least I wouldn't be expected to go to class any more

the rebellious year eight sat behind me is playing games in their reading lesson maybe I should report him *evil grin* but no I'm not quite that evil......yet

The petshop that took my last batch of babies doesn't want this lot.

Well, that is he would take them but not give me anything for them, because he has his own babies to sell... I hope they weren't bred from the last lot I gave him who knows what that would turn out like...

Well, the long and short of it is that although I am not opposed to giving things away I dont want to give them to him (due to a story he told my dad about him feeding excess hamsters to his snakes.....)
I doubted that he would sell hamsters he had bought for 2.50 each to a snake, but if I just gave them to him I fear temptation could set in especially if they were slow to sell.

So now I'm hunting for homes. Oh the joys....

Seems I'm going to have to resort to posters and adverts... because I'm not selling them in an auction...I've seen some of the people there, and some animals go for like £1 to impulse buyers (I have had to restrain the instinct on occasion! so....cheap....must...bid )

Eurgh I'm an old softy really at least where those silly hamsters are concerned. Humans and other animals I couldn't care less, but hurt or upset one of my annoying squeaky hamsters that keep me up at night and you'd better prepare for trouble

It's been a bitty day, really. I spent 3 consecutive hours outside... and I think I may have got a bit dehydrated. All's well that ends well though, because it got us out of the stuffy stuffy classrooms We got to count flowers in biology. Apparently it was educational of something either way, it was more fun than it sounds

Last lesson was mind numbing...but thankfully the teacher just doesn't care what I do in her class so I managed to draw a picture at least it came out quite well...

Anyways... I'm now mega tired (well I was at the beginning of the day, but hey) and when I rev myself up to it I'm going to go hunting for screws and a screwdriver to fix up the second hand rabbit hutch I was given it's in pretty good nick, but it needs another leg fitting in the middle under a crack that's appeared and the doors need re-attaching (hence the screw hunt )

Hopefully I'll be getting a rabbit (or two?) in the next couple of weeks

Ok, so I’m writing this in a free at school. Who knew an hour could be so long when you’re on your own? Well, I’m in the library as everyone else (seemingly in the whole world ) is in the maths exam that will run until about 3pm. Until then I have to amuse myself (never too difficult )

So I was thinking about books and stuff, having been reading ‘Interview with the vampire’ by Anne Rice. It’s good, but a bit long for my taste and I don’t understand some of it when he’s a bit out of it and still narrating. I guess if I reread it I would eventually understand it all, but I just can’t be bothered… it’s too hot to do much, really, and I’m tired from visiting los primos yesterday…

what I really want to do is ooak a Barbie, but I don’t have any left except a fairy one which I have a horrible feeling may be worth money… she’s a bit too nice for me to mess with anyway, as I usually choose the rubbishyest ones I can find so I’m not cheating any little girls out of a toy. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with her (and indeed all the dolls I’ve edited so far), so until I find a deserving cause I suppose I’ll keep hold… I could post them on freecycle or something I guess but most little girls I’ve seen have so many dolls they don’t play with the ones they’ve got, let alone need more!

Another from the pile. Again it has been published elsewhere (by me ) and again this is the re-edited version. The title was just what came off the top of my head, as I've already had one untitled poem and so couldn't really use that again. Enjoy

This World

I sought a man and found he was a boy,
I sought a king and found he was a wretch.
I sought a world and found an empty grave.
The child of love, a life I could not save.

I sought a song and found only a tear,
I sought a love and found a bitter hate.
I sought a hope and found but sharpest pain.
The child of love, perchance, has lived in vain.

I sought a star and found only the black,
I sought a maid and found only a whore.
I sought a tale and found but hollow sound.
The child of love, my heart, laid in the ground.

I sought a life and found only my death,
I sought freedom and found only a cage.
I sought a friend and found only a foe.
The child of love, the one I’ll never know.