Moon looks beautiful tonight. Uncle Desmond just left. We’ve spent the day finishing off the sheep shed and Sylvia, Beryl and Marjorie are now happily settled into their new abode. Marjorie’s legs are sticking out the side window, but she seems unconcerned. Giles Sprout has asked me if he can borrow the girls to mow his lawn. Shall take them over Thursday. I wonder if I should put them on a lead? Bed’s calling.