Mr. Ripley

We go cycling to feed the horses at the church, and pluck apples and nectarines from the trees. Now everyone in the house is unwell. Beth has made Maggie feel very uncomfortable about staying any longer with all the talk about us going to ConFest. The WWOOFing game hasnt been completed but we all feel too lazy. Ah... I could stay like this forever. Or at least for A Very Long Time. Maggie and I have to clean the damned chicken coop. She is disabused of her concept of chickens and personality and I'm convinced we're getting hay fever.