
Rose, walked Mix and changed into my dungarees before setting about the bed room in the Hen House. By teatime we had achieved our target for the day but I am absolutely exhausted. I suppose I am nearer seventy than sixty-five but I almost never feel it. Today I do.
We dined in the farmhouse and I was almost too tired to eat (it is the drilling and working above my head which seems to do for me; that and scrabbling around on the floor).
In the evening I retired to the Bothy to start to get things ready for the Presbytery meeting tomorrow. There is very little business but I am anxious to remember all that needs to be done!
I will sleep well tonight.
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