Coming down to earth

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P + 2

Life returns to normal.

On Sunday the barn was full (95 friends and family). We talked, ate, drank, danced and talked some more till midnight. By then my voice had gone and my legs were exceedingly wobbly (dancing not drink). We cleared the tables and stacked the tables and chairs, and after a small nightcap in the house went to bed not long after one o'clock.

No lie in next morning - a difficult calving meant the Vet was here at 6.30. The pantry was stacked with leftovers - so meal planning was easy. The glasses are washed and put away until another time (but did I say "never again?"). The tablecloths are washed and put away, the drink is still sitting on the floor until I find a home for it. The bunting's down and the balloons burst.

Today the barn is back to it's real guise - the missing sections of the wall between the two halves are back in place and it's ready to be filled with silage (if only it would keep fine!)