Not the best of weeks. My brother is back in the hospital. Various complications after his surgery. He’s doing okay, though. Sounds like he would have been back home by now if it wasn’t for some technical issues. So let’s hope he gets to go home tomorrow.

At the playground we’ve had to say goodbye to Fuzzy. I got a text Monday morning that he’d be picked up at the end of the day. So I got to spend some good time with him and say my goodbyes. Now there are only 3 goats left. Mia, Mio and Palle. Wonderful goats, but I sure miss all the boys. It’s too quiet without the little troublemakers. It’s always horrible to have to say goodbye.

So it goats. It’s gotten colder too, with rain here and there. I hope the summer comes back soon.

From a little fragile thing under the heat lamp to a big, happy boy. Sweet Fuzzball.

And videos.

And that’s all for this week, folks. See you in the next one.

Well, something happened this week, that’s for sure.

We had a fire at the playground Thursday night. Apparently there were people partying around 3 am. At 3:30 there was a fire. I hope it was an accident. But apparently, and I didn’t even realise, there was a smaller fire on Monday night. I hope this isn’t going to be a trend…

Luckily no one was hurt. And the goats are all fine and pretty much unconcerned. Although I’m sure they must have been confused inside during the night. But as long as they’re okay, that’s what matters.

Yeah, the world needs more respect, kindness and…

And videos.

And that’s all for this week, folks. See you in the next one.