I'm sorry, I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself tonight. Keith was up two hours too early today, and lack of sleep is the worst thing for him - and we've had a few nights of that. It has taken well over an hour to get him to the bathroom and then bed. Worry-wise, I am back to where I was in January, with knobs on . . . I am hoping tomorrow will be more positive but I will have to write a note to the PD nurse and get help. Not sure if I will be able to get him to her appointment on Thursday for starters.
Yesterday's calming and pleasant day out is but a memory. The pretend chicken in the photo below is how hens were sometimes kept - for eggs or for the table!
Close up of a match lock musket, and below, tools for the manufacture of musket balls, plus a pouch for keeping them in.
Sword in scabbard, and powder horn.
Swords, lobster pot helmet and breastplate (hefty!)
The Look! The dangling leather pouches each hold a single shot of gunpowder. Great talking to someone with such a good knowledge of the Civil War period, and some brilliant ghost stories too - made shivers run down my spine!
The Apothocary's table. I had a lovely and very interesting chat with him.
The spinning and weaving tables. I had a lovely long chat with the girls here and they encouraged me to come and volunteer - how I wish I could. Perhaps I could manage an afternoon if I had cover to look after Keith.
Prepare guns, take aim, FIRE! Oh my goodness, it was deafening!
