Is it worth writing a post?

 If Blogger carries on like this, not bothering to notify new posts, I am beginning to wonder if I should take a break from blogging. . .  Some posts take a while to write - especially if I am researching something to share.  Ah well, have a few Malvern photos and some of the garden and we will see where this one ends up.

My gorgeous wee girl last night.  SUCH a long day (and SUCH a hot one at that).  They had to go to Cardiff for her treatment, and although the appointment was 12.30, it was delayed as they were running late.  Tam was worried because it was so hot and Rosie was just meant to have little sips of water now and again and no food past 7 a.m.  In the end she had to have both knees injected with steroids as the other knee showed signs of inflammation.  Tam said she soon bounced back after her anaethstetic and was hungry and thirsty.  They had to wait around for several sets of Obs to be done, before they were finally released at about 6.20 p.m. and were late back, needless to say.  It was so good to get her home, and to our amazement she was still trotting round, one leg stiff still of course, as if nothing had happened.  She has exercises to do and will be assessed to see if she needs physio when they have their follow-up appointment.

Everyone needs a stuffed swan in their lives!

As you can see, sometimes it is hard to find something of merit along these stalls!

Yellow flag irises which have taken over half the pond.  No-one has offered to wade in and start hoiking them out yet!

I spent yesterday keeping busy.  I did running repairs to the stool, where worm had taken a chunk out around a leg.  I had a good teacher in Keith and remembered how he used sawdust and wood filler to fill holes like this.  I waxed another little bench stool I bought at Builth, and was delighted to have found an early Georgian salt box in the grain ark, but it needed the wire hinges glueing back in place (the staple-shaped bits which went into the back to hold the lid.)  A dab of superglue on the metal ends sorted that and it is back in stock.  Hasn't seen the light of selling day for many years.  I listened to a great Dan Snow podcast about the Boleyn family (apparently pronounced Bowlin, with the emphasis on the w sound) and he had the renowned Philippa Gregory telling us about them, and the virtually forgotten Jane Boleyn who married in (to Ann's brother George) was perhaps the most successful of them all though not an ideal relative to have!

I then realized that the two day fair at Carmarthen, which I told my friend Pam I couldn't do because it clashed with Malvern, was this coming weekend and so DIDN'T clash with Malvern.  I coughed up £100 for that and am booked in.  I need to be up at 4 a.m. on Saturday morning though, as it's an hour and a half away and kicks off at 9 a.m. and I need to be in the queue at 6.30 to get reasonably near the doors to unload (you can't drive in).  So I will spend part of today sorting out what is to go and getting it nearer the door!