Randomness

Evening Number 1

Beatrice : Are you sure about this? Like, this isn't some front for serial killers is it? It kinda feels like it could be. No, it definitely feels that way. It is so dark out here. We are literally in the middle of nowhere and there are no lights to speak of. We are nowhere. In the dark. No one could hear us scream. This feels weird. We've been lured to a cottage just so we could be killed. I've seen murder shows like this. Are you sure about the people renting it to us? I mean, it's a farm. You can feed people to pigs. Can you feed them to sheep? In the dark? In the middle of nowhere? Where no one can hear you scream?
Me : Um. Beatrice, you are not making this better.
Beatrice : So you were thinking it too, huh?
Me: That is totally beside the point.

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Morning Number 2

Me : Why on earth do my bedroom slippers feel wet when I put them on in the morning?! I mean, they're not. It just feels that way.

E&W : It's the cold.

Me : Um. Oh. 🙄 Wait. It's only August.

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Coal fires are hard to start, hard to refuel, and are missing one primal element. The dreamy aroma of burning wood. 

Oh, and heat. It warms the room so slowly you may not even notice until someone opens any door to the room. At which point you can kiss that built up heat goodbye.

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At night, giant snails / slugs climb up the outside walls of the cottage. Not just one or two. ALOT of them.

I bet you didn't need to know that any more than Helena and I did.

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Because random pictures of bright-eyed Lollipop makes every one happy.

As does random pictures of sheep

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A small conversation about villages . . . 

E&W : Which do you think is bigger, Abington or Biggar?
Me : Biggar?
E&W : Abington or Biggar?
Me : Biggar.
E&W : Biggar or Moffat?
Me : Biggar.

E&W : Lockerbie or Biggar?
Me : Biggar.
E&W : Are you saying Biggar is bigger because it's bigger or because it's Biggar?
Me : Yes.

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While quarantining in the car . . .

Me : How do you farm ice cream?
Through laughter, E&W : What?

Me : That sign back there said Ice Cream Farm.
Helena, laughing : No, it said Dunreider or something Farm on the first line and ice cream on the second.

Me, totally lost in thought : Oh. Is it like a dairy farm or do they actually plant ice cream? How would one do that? 
E&W : Maybe they plant the base flavors, like vanilla and chocolate and strawberry, and then grow added ingredients separately.
Helena : We need to go home. You two have had enough for one day.