I had a fantastic line to write to you today. The words came to me while I was eating dinner cooked by one of the volunteers surrounded by chattering and laughing young people. It was a sublime collection of words that encapsulated my day. So I tore off a little strip of paper towel from under the croquetas and wrote those amazing perfectly composed poetic words on the paper. But it was so hot that later I turned the fan on and it blew the table clean and now your words are gone.
Kind of like when you are really mad at someone or disappointed or something and all you do is stammer and go red, then after all the people have left you suddenly have exactly the words ready, your rebuttal is generous but cutting. Perfect. But you can only say it to yourself because the moment and all the people are are gone. Kind of like that but the opposite. So not much like that at all I suppose.
But you know what I mean.
I am considering crawling around the floor looking for my little piece of paper towel corner with my perfect thought folded inside but I am not going to.
It can stay on yesterdays floor.
Another of my volunteers has elected to learn how to milk Lady Astor the house cow and this week she is ready to take over. She has begun her studies to become a vet so we decided that she could get even more involved with the animals than usual. Lady Astor stands quite still except for that last well aimed kick to the cups when she is finished and so far all has gone well.
I have a tremendous crew at the moment.
Poor Mr Flowers.
I hope you have a lovely day.