23 days into the New Year!

 Good morning, Blogger friends. Once again, I played hookey from Blogging, but it was not intentional. From Christas through to 2nd January, I normally have the whole week off. And I had hoped to blog hop and post in that period. 

As you all know, from Christmas post that Farmer John had a nasty turn and was transported by ambulance to the city. Unbeknown to us, he had convinced the doctor to discharge him. He said (and it was true) that his son was due to leave on an overseas trip with his wife and there would be no-one at the farm.

However, on the Thursday night he began to have anxiety attacks. On Friday they had an appointment with the doctor who said his blood is very thick and he is in danger of a clot forming. The doctor said Farmer John needed to be hospitalized. Once again that evening we were standing on the farmyard waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Once again, Farmer John was loaded into the ambulance and his wife got into the passenger seat next to the driver. When they drove off, I thought: well, that means I am all alone on this farm!

The next morning, Star arrived to feed both the other houses' dogs (there are twenty in total). The herdsman arrived to take the cattle from one paddock to the other. Nelsiwe was at her post in the mill, selling maize meal. 

Farmer John's brother farms next door and his son came over to execute a few tasks that the Farmer John would have done that day. I handed him a bunch of keys and telling me to call him if I needed him, he went off into the shed. 

Feeling quite proud of myself for managing the farm so well, so far, I got into my car and went to Parkrun. 

To be continued...