late spring fatigue

must be all these fronts - or the trips for those physio - but we were a bit knackered this week, all the limbs and the rest weighing even more than usual somehow. The wwoofers seem to be feeling it, too, spending most of their days off in bed/bath... or we worked them too hard, as we are too shattered to do much ourselves - well, don't really think so, the present couple has never been up early enough to see the goats being milked - and Alan being a gentleman-farmer, that never happens before 8am... It is lazy Sunday afternoon and the others are off to the pub as usual, and I'm trying to think up the news - but there weren't a lot of them lately. We had the cinema on in the village culture house last night - of course from the 4 options the one was voted on by the great unwashed, was the one we liked the least, Real Steal or whatever, robot boxing. Never mind, the pop-corns were ok. We've got 4 runner ducklings, I'm afraid that's all that survived the last batch - which is four more than the previous one. Erzsi tries the last batch now - an other thirty eggs, but not much hope. They were all impregnated alright (well done that beautiful drake) but the ducklings were too weak, even if managed to get out the shell, they had no energy left to live. Anyways, these 4 are lively enough and lodge in the kitchen until big enough to face that dangerous world out there. Next week is off physio-wise, as Hippo the toyota goes for a good check-over to Zoltán's, a few hopefully minor things need to be fixed as well as a general maintenance.