Jaqui's Daily Blog

Animal Welfare and A Young Friend

I am rather concerned about my animals' welfare.


I can see puzzled frowns on your faces: you are wondering just when I introduced four legged friends into my home and what does Mr B have to say about it?


Not to worry, all will soon become clear though first of all you need to know that I actually have my own small-holding on which I am raising a rabbit, a pig, a horse and two owls, one blue and one ordinary coloured. Quite a menagerie, I am sure you will agree. An eclectic mix, one might say.


My very own small-holding was created for me by my (Not So Very Little) Welsh Boys when they came to stay last weekend. In between fun and games, visits to the seaside, scooting along the prom, prom, prom, playing crazy golf and losing all their pennies in the amusement arcade, they returned to Blockcraft, their favourite game on my IPad. When I say "favourite game" I mean the only game, not being myself the Gaming Type.

 

Blockcraft, in case you aren't aware, is a kind of poor man's Minecraft. No, don't ask me, I'm interpreting Sam's words. Sam says that Blockcraft is more basic than Minecraft which requires more imagination of those playing it. He doesn't actually say that this makes it more suitable for one of my limited ability but the thought is definitely there, if unspoken.


Sam and brother James set me up on Blockcraft at least a year ago when I visited the family at their Cardiff home. My "village" included a number of block-like buildings, patrolled by a couple of block-like people. Long after my return home, even to the present day, I would receive plaintive messages complaining: "Come back to Blockcraft! Your people are missing you!"


Last weekend, the boys took their block-building activities to a whole new level. They built me a stable block and - wait for it! - an amphitheatre. You don't get many of those in the average village, now do you? It was when they diversified into the Animal World that I started to worry about my capability as a farmer. Especially when they headed for home, leaving me in sole charge.


Yesterday the lovely Kay who helps me keep our house in some kind of order, brought her son with her on her weekly visit as he was on half-term holiday. He would be no trouble, she assured me, as he would be perfectly happy playing games on his laptop. It occurred to me, however, that he might just be able to help me out...


We had such a good time, my new Best Friend and I. He helped me earn more gems by watching short videos, all of which appeared to be advertising different games which I was encouraged to download though I managed to resist the temptation, one game being more than enough for me. I will be able to spend my gems on new buildings including, excitingly, a lighthouse and any number of famous buildings like the Arc de Triomphe. Choices, choices, choices...


In return, I was introduced to his Game of the Moment which was called something like Floppy Sword Fights. The hero of this game doesn't run or walk, or even plod aimlessly around the screen like my Block People. He flops. Wherever he goes, he flops. Every time he meets up and kills a foe, the sword he is carrying gets longer. If, however, he gets killed himself, he falls to pieces and has to be re-spawned. I bet you are ever so impressed, are you not, with my Command of the Lingo?


"That's ridiculous!" I kept exclaiming, every time the Floppy One's sword extended to even greater lengths, "Totally ridiculous!" My young friend obviously liked the sound of this: "Ridiculous!" he agreed, "Totally ridiculous!"


Well, he didn't want to go home. Couldn't he just stay here, he begged, while his mum was working in other people's houses? Kay said really she should be paying me for child care but, as I pointed out, I was now quids in on the gem front and well on my way to affording the Golden Gate Bridge.


Ten minutes after they left, a ring on the door bell. There was my young friend, holding out a bunch of daffodils. "Thank you for having me," he said, a trifle wistfully, I thought. I told him he must come again, if only to help me with the pig, the horse, the rabbit and the two owls.


Two hours of fun, we had, my Young Friend and I.


We must do it again sometime. For the sake of the animals.

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26.10 | 14:21

Mmm, was it because there were '24 men kicking a ball' that it didn't end entirely satisfactorily???

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15.10 | 11:13

I don't remember seeing this first time round.... but thank you for sharing with me. You write beautifully, and brought a tear to my eyes. Lots of love xx

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10.10 | 21:37

Jaqui I think your grandchildren are very lucky. You have spurred me on to write a letter to Amelia who like Hazel is away from home for the first time. 💕

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03.07 | 22:43

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. xx

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