Overcast, sunny intervals, some rain.
Took up tulips & planted out to finish their growth, also narcissi. Began putting up new hen-house (a shop-solid one, price 17/6 which arrived uncreosoted & without roofing felt. Would accomodate° 10-12 full-grown hens.) Old H.[1] planted out more lettuces. Began earthing up early potatoes for the second time. One gap in the 4 rows. Let out the broody hens, hoping that some at least will have gone off by this time. Had to throw away 1 duck egg (now only 8 ) as the hen had turned it out.
A jackdaw has twice been hanging around the chicken coops, obviously with designs on the chickens.
11 eggs.

[1] Old Hatchett, a neighbour. Peter Davison

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11 Responses to 13.6.39.

  1. Stephen says:

    I knew it!! The following from Politics and the English Language (1946) – a brilliant metaphor which I always suspected was taken from life.

    ” As soon as certain topics are raised, the concrete melts into the abstract and no one seems able to think of turns of speech that are not hackneyed: prose consists less and less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning, and more and more of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated henhouse.”

  2. William says:

    Who would have guessed that Mr. Orwell was using emoticons in 1939? Truly he was ahead of his time.

  3. Broken Chalk says:

    Is it just me that gets a random graphical smiley in the duck eggs paragraph: (now only =HERE= as the hen had turned it out

    If that’s right, this must be the earliest recorded use of a smiley…

  4. Stephen~~
    Thank you! Yes!

    ‘Bestial atrocities. . . . Hideous outbursts of sadism. . . . Rubber truncheons. . . . Concentration camps. . . . Iniquitous persecution of the Jews. . . . Back to the Dark Ages. . . . European civilization. . . . Act before it is too late. . . . Indignation of all decent peoples. . . . Alliance of the democratic nations. . . . Firm stand. . . . Defence of democracy. . . . Democracy. . . . Fascism. . . . Democracy. . . . Fascism. . . . Democracy. . . .’

    Do I remember where he was as he was writing these echoing headlines? Through this blog, I was there (along with an excellent conglomeration of fellow quasi-anonymous explorers from throughout the Universe) and, as I was certain it must be, it was all prelude; I had to be allowed into Orwell’s head a bit at a time. Way too cool.

    Now, I think I will listen to and/or watch Pink Floyd The Wall on an endless loop for the rest of the day.

  5. plentyspace says:

    Orwell used an emoticon when discussing eggs?

  6. My landscaping style is Rustic Primitive.

  7. RB says:

    Blog software seems to have converted 8) to a smiley face. I’m sure Orwell didn’t intend that :-)

  8. RB says:

    The original text is “8” followed by “)”.

  9. Jeremy says:

    Hurrah. Another website trapped by the automated nonsense that turns the number 8 followed by close parenthesis ) into a cool smiley.


  10. Bonnie says:

    I had doubted all the talk of Orwell and grave-rolling…until I saw that smiley.

  11. Sorry about that smiley, everyone – Orwell was ahead of his time, but still…

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