First of all, nope, my window ain’t fixed. No repairmen have repaired it as of this time and date currently etcetera. I am a little peeved. If you say “we’ll come tomorrow” shouldn’t that mean you’ll come tomorrow? And not “we won’t come this week”. Hmm?

Oh well. I guess on Monday I’ll call the housinge office and ask how long they think it’ll take.

I don’t actually have to sit at home and wait for the repairmen. I gave permission for them to enter my apartment if I’m not there. I just really hate the idea of strangers in my home when I’m not around. I know it’s silly. What I oughta do is I oughta get the heck out of here and not come back until it’s fixed. That way I will avoid dealing with strangers. Hey presto. But I just can’t. As always my mind is a stupid, complicated thing that will not cooperate no matter how much liquorice I use as bait.

I don’t really mind waiting. I’m home 99,9% of the time anyway. It is just the insecurity. The worrying. The looking at the clock and wondering if there’s still time for them to come today. Hearing a noise outside and wondering if that is them. And so on and so forth. I just want it to be over with.

I didn’t spend all day waiting today. I had to go see the goats. I hadn’t seen the goats all week. I had to see the goats. And I got more than I bargained for…

Allow me to introduce…

A new sheep. There are sheep at the playground again! At least one, for now. It was baahing quite a bit, seeming a little lonely. So they’re considering bringing out another sheep to keep it company. And also we are hoping for lambs. That would be lovely. Sweet, silly lambs. I would like that.

The new geese were keeping it company. I tried offering it a carrot, but it was not interested. It’s used to being at Kurt’s place where there are not lots of people to interact with. I’m sure it’ll get used to the attention at the playground, especially if it gets lambs. At first it backed away from me nervously but I just took it slow and calm as I usually do, and soon enough I was scratching it behind the ears and stroking its head. She’s a sweet and peaceful gal.

Still wasn’t interested in the carrot though. So what to do about a surplus carrot? Hmm. I wonder how one could possibly discard of a carrot at the playground. I wonder if there would be anyone else who…

Magnethe didn’t have to think about it for long .She gobbled it down like Plume gobbles liquorice. Good to see the sisters again.

Hah, I like that picture. It looks like I’m about to slap Vanilje! And look at her tongue all hanging out. Cute. You should click on it and look at the big version. Don’t that just make you smile?

I’d never slap a goat of course. But they don’t hold their punches…

Another action shot. I think Magnethe can be a bit of a bully when there aren’t any boys around to keep her in check. Poor Vanilje. It’s always the baby sister who takes the beatings.

Just what the doctor ordered. A goat a day keeps the insanity at bay.

Latest news in the window saga: The repairmen did not show up today. They had said they would. But they didn’t. That seems a little rude to me. To me. Another day wasted waiting. And tomorrow we can do it all again. I just want it to be over with. So I can stop worrying and put my table back in its rightful place underneath the window.

I think my headache is coming back.