Not a good week.

Well, where do I start?! It seems to be one of those weeks were one thing after another happens. (And it's only Wednesday!)

Monday morning, whilst I was opening the upstairs windows to let some of the lovely summer air in, something caught my eye on the grass next to the yard. Someone had hit Middle Son's cat on the road and killed him. At least the driver had had the decency to move Flick form the road, if not the decency to knock on the door to tell me. Poor Flick, he was a lovely cat with a wonderful personality. Middle Son is obviously distraught.

Middle Son had a doctor appointment yesterday, as he suffers from gripping stomach pains, which come and go, along with shooting headaches. I have kept a food diary, as was suggested the last time we saw a doctor about this problem. There is no real link to any foods, apart from possibly wheat - if Middle Son has weetabix for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch and pasta for dinner. Although, I think that much carbohydrate would affect anyone!

I suggested it was stress related, as Middle Son does have problems at school, both with his work and he is being picked on by another child. Hubby and myself are always going in to school to see Middle Son's teacher, who assures us 'things are being done'. Hmmm. I am seriously considering home or flexi schooling at the moment.

To my shock, the doctor said she would like Middle Son to go for blood tests. She requested a fasting test for diabetes, thyroid function, Celiacs and full blood count. All we can do is pray he has nothing serious and that if anything, it is just a slight allergy. He has the tests booked in for next Tuesday.

Just to top everything off, whilst I was in the yard yesterday early evening, bedding the horse down, my geese and ducks ran from the garden, whilst making a huge racket. This can only mean one thing. Fox. I raced to the garden just to see said fox making off with my lovely Copper French Maran hen. He had already taken my Blue Maran hen, ex battery girl and my lovely Indian Runner drake. All of this was going on not 20' away from me, (plus the dogs were with me), whilst the rest of my family were in the lounge, which has a window onto the garden. I can't get over how quiet and sly this fox is. I yelled at it as it was trotting off with my hen, and to my surprise, the fox stopped, looked over it's shoulder at me and just wandered off!! It wasn't scared of me! (I think this is due to a lady who lives just down the lane from us, feeds the 'lovely little foxes', so they are almost hand tame and have no fear of humans!) Today, I have kept the remaining poultry in their runs, and am off to borrow a fox trap from another farm for later this evening.

Fingers crossed for a better few days.