mixed but mostly bad

We can declare now - definitely no little goats this year,
I could murder the horrid chap from Ujpetre who done us in with his useless and expensive billygoat. Anyway, no milk, cheese to impress everybody with, sad sad sad. However - silver lining: Alan is visiting his dad without worry 12th June - 23rd June, tickets bought.

And we have elderberry concentrate instead (as well as the cider), and it is beautiful, aroma and taste, about 1:8 dilution with soda water, very refreshening. We have about 100 liter of the stuff... One of the pictures show Anja wwoofer using the left-over sugar to fix the awning before a storm...
the other picture has Liza and Barton, who returned as Very Generous and lovely hostelguests - welcome back any time even for free!

We could blame the death of the female stork on the lack of baby-goats... however, allegedly, the lonely male now has been joined by a female, though I haven't seen it yet. That would be good news.

Nora's cherries are far from being as nice and as many as last year, not good enough for bottling, only for eating, never mind.
The strawberries are doing well, and we had the year's first pea soup made out of the fresh stuff. Lois, we cannot but think of you when picking and shelling peas... and we have nice lettuce, redishes, spring onions, rockets, chives... the salad season is swinging.
Alan started to take his allergy tablets just in time, temperatures were upto 30C, fresh in the morning and evening, hardly any mosquitoes and flies. Which means, draught is a worry again...

Alan spotted tonight the big fox that done in all the old chickens and the poor colourful cock, dammit, yes, I keep forgetting telling you the bad news... Gus was barking like mad and Alan went out and spotted it. Unfortunately Gus must have slept when the murder happened. Anna is talking about traps... hm...

Oh, yes and the statues... for a cheerful note... got them from Mustapha and Tahar as a thank you... the pair of golden-haired and bronz shorted boys (from the Pecs sunday market) playing basketball in a rather loving manner should be raffled for a good cause in one of the gay bars in Canal street, Manchester... the other is about 8 kilos of Sahara sand crystallised, it is growing on me...