Once more I am trusted not to bring the household into disrepute. We’ve had a reasonable day.
Found a fantastic light in a Brampton charity shop. £10 which is a sum I never thought we’d contemplate spending in the cerebral palsy shop (I got a pair of Hugo Boss trousers the other week for £3.00, which suggests that it is generally inexpensive). However it’s a lovely light. Obviously some people won’t see the IRONY. That’s in caps so that you appraciate that it is a cool light. Be terribly embarassing if any of you visited and said something disparraging about the coolest lampshade in Halton Lea Gate.
Now moving away from the light, I ask can you trust your partner?
This afternoon whilst sat on the sofa during lunch, Kitty broke into an extremely muted but unsettlingly mad cackle. When I enquired she said I was imagining things. Being the trusting but wise husband that I am, I immediately jumped from my seat and ran to the pc to see what was on the screen. She was too quick and made some excuse about the pc shutting the window that she was looking at.
Oh really.
This evening she broke.
It seems that by the end of next week we shall be the only household in Halton Lea Gate to own 9 hopefully fertile peafowl eggs.
I’ve amused myself this evening by demonstrating the noise that peafowl make. They are not quiet. Stuart Olds used to have them. He also used to have a couple of Rhodesian Ridgebacks. I remember the first time I drove up his drive. I was in Jim’s big Toyota Crown with Vince in the passenger seat and as he jumped back into the cat having closed the gate, one of the RRs came running to the front nearside. I naturally slowed but Vince shouted “Don’t stop”. He later explained that the dog had a habit of chewing tyres.
Could have done with Vince this afternoon. Kate suggested that we pick up some pallets from her school for use as fencing. Great idea, course we somehow had to get them from Brampton to Halton in one of our cars. I spent one and a half hours in the rain breaking pallets into more manageable size. Thankfully Kate was able to keep dry by sitting in the driver’s seat and shutting the door. Phewee.
We’ve learned somthing about ducks today. If they mix water with chick crumbs and rub it over themselves it’s like dressing with flower paste. We had them in a plastic box without straw and they started to look a bit weird. We actually had to bath one of them and give him a blow dry; it’s not easy styling something that small.
Moving away from smallholding matters. I am proud to announce that I have recently had an advert for “Wondergut” – the beer belly enhancer – accepted.
On that note – ta ta.