Desperate Measures

Desperate weather calls for desperate blip-measures .. it was this or a blurry ,half-dead flower and it's 11.20 pm and dinner isn't quite cooked yet. I was working , then Colm had a hurling match, which his team lost, in the driving rain. Then I checked Aedan out at the neighbour's farm, then home to shut in the animals and give the pigs their last feed of the day. It was dark and the silly turkeys still haven't cottoned on to where they go at night- a nice cosy ,dry shed. They were huddled , dripping wet by the tunnel door. I had to pick them up one by one . Silly birds. Only then could I start cooking the dinner.