Pig's face day

Joie de vivre hard to come by today. Unbelievably I have been unable to resolve payment issues by email or phone, so will have to go into the agency tomorrow while in London.

Went to the gym to perk myself up a bit. Finding more bits for the Anthology of Guernsey, which was fun. Found this vile recipe from 1815.

PIG’S FACE CHEESE


Take a pig’s face and wash it—boil for an hour or more—cut it from the bones, ears and all—place it in an iron saucepan with a pint or more of the same liquor according to the size of the face—add two tablespoonfuls of salt, one of pepper and one of ground allspice—stir it up well—let it stepe twenty minutes—put it into moulds and press it a little—Scrape off the fat the next morning and put it in a plate when required.

Yum.

Also looking at poems I have written about the Island. Transported by one about Gwen my grandmother. Pictured myself sitting with her in the glasshouse as she smoked a cigarette and tended to a geranium or pelargonium as if it were yesterday. But it was the late afternoon, and the summer sun was slanting on us half my life ago.

Fish behaving oddly so did a water test this morning. All ammonia, nitrate, nitrite levels perfect. However just before heading upstairs to write this I noticed the dreaded white spot disease has struck in the last few hours, and most of the fish are affected. There are treatments available but the prognosis is not good. The fish are in great water, not overcrowded and have otherwise been glowing with health, so I am mystified and gutted.

Calliope sticking close to home, sleepy during the day, and being naughty and disruptive at night. Also noticed tonight that her gland under the neck is massively swollen. Bloody hell. Typical that all my beasts are on their last fins/legs and tomorrow I have to go up to the smoke.

Spoke to First Matie who is house sitting in Rickmansworth near where she has a freelance job. Will see her tomorrow for a drink thank God. Also got an email from Richard saying that him and Jane are so flooded they may have to move out of their house, while the kitchen is rebuilt. Lorraine has a sore throat and is being tried by estate agents. Perhaps tomorrow will be a splendid day for everyone.

Below started drawing a cartoon strip this evening. Here are the first two frames. I am calling it NO, for no good reason.

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