Potatoes baked in the wood burner

Full of butter and cheese

And eaten in front of Match of the Day

Give a cow an inch (or a gate left ajar for a few seconds) and out she will come and gallop into the vegetable garden

Munching Swiss Chard, until she was tempted away by the promise of a bucket of concentrates.

She left us plenty of plants

And she only trampled on one or two broad been shoots

She didn’t make it to the purple sprouting

I do love an animal with character. The animals keep us on our toes!

And a new day has dawned – frankly the animals (and the cheeky pheasant) don’t care about politics!

North East Beds (my constituency) might be ready to declare before the recount is over.

But what do I know?

Will I be home in time to feed the animals? Here’s hoping,

Democracy in action – humans counting pieces of paper (with plenty of packets of sweets to keep them going all night).

I am going to be a scrutineer for The Green Party – I think that means I have to look over the shoulders of the people counting the votes to check that all is fair and above board. I’ll let you know tomorrow.

A friend of over 60 years was visiting too. Plenty of laughter and reminiscing.