Cold all day & very windy. Dense mist in the morning. Did nothing in garden.
14 eggs.

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16 Responses to 22.6.39.

  1. Stephen says:

    GO did nothing in the garden, but those hens were busy.

  2. Jane says:

    You did nothing in the garden – but what did you do? I want to know what else is going on in your life!

  3. George~~

    I contend that it is impossible to do “nothing” and can’t help but wonder why you would want to do it in the garden, in the first place. Is Charles Dickens harshing your mellow?

    [Yes, Eric, I am watching you through my crystal ball.]

  4. pouletnoir says:

    It’s the kind of weather that would drive anyone to a massive omlette.

  5. zenomax says:

    Re the question about fewer contributors to this site than before – the early entries were 1. novel – we were all expectant (and a little younger) then, and 2. sporadic – when there was several days between entries in Marrakech everyone posted on the last entry and were able to interact a little more.

    Is there a possibility of setting up an ongoing thread running parallel to this in which regular or irregular (I’m looking at you JL3) posters can interact over the longer term (i.e. longer than 1 day)?

    Or is it already there and I just don’t know about it?

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  7. zenomax~~
    Click my name.

  8. With weather as bad as that, anyone would want a massive omlette.

  9. So I’ve been reading Orwell’s journal for the last year, but am contemplating unsubscribing because nothing ever seems to happen except for chickens laying eggs and gardening. Are there any entries in the journal where he does some creative writing or goes into more details about the political or social issues of the day? Would be great to know that there are at a least of few in depth entries to look forward to.

  10. It would be interesting to know exactly what George Orwell means by ‘cold’ summer weather. It’s a pity he doesn’t have a thermometer. Where I am it’s 11°C when it should be nearer 25°C. Is that cold? Is George colder? Or even warmer?
    ps – I had trouble posting here so I gave it a miss for a bit. Will see how it goes. Give it another chance.

  11. derek says:

    I actually really enjoy the blog entries as they are…I work on a fruit farm and it’s great to read about the seasonal parallels. I honestly think it’s as interesting as anything else, because it shows us the man, rather than just the writer. There’s something really satisfying about coming home in the afternoon and reading about hens

  12. derek says:

    plus ‘unsubscribing’ suggests something more momentous than it actually is. Coming back to the blog after doing so would perhaps require two or three more mouse clicks than usual. I think these entries require patience.

  13. Steve says:

    I tried posting yesterday, but also had trouble. Apparently it’s fixed now.

    Here’s what I was going to say: on 26.4.39 eggs were 1/10 a score, and yesterday they were 2/2. I think George is doing exactly what he should be doing, with war approaching.

    BTW, are eggs still sold by the score in England?

  14. Martin says:

    Half dozens, tens, dozens, fifteens, eighteens and thirties. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eggs sold by the score. But is GO selling them retail or wholesale?

  15. Steve says:

    I’m sure he’s selling them, as we Yankees would say, under the table. I think that’s neither wholesale nor retail. Eggs are pretty much by the dozen here, or multiples of 6, anyway.

  16. Phil Barker says:

    Davis, he started a diary of event leading up to the war a couple of weeks from this entry, mostly summaries of newspaper articles and the like. I don’t know whether that will appear on this blog though. AFAIK there’s no creative writing in his diary.

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