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When to walk away…

…or crawl away on your belly Bonnie, very quickly, that goose really doesn’t want to say hi.
Goosy

The sound of music.

The gorgeous sound of food sizzling on a hot barbecue. Eagerly guarded too.
bbq

Expletives.

I bumped my arm today and it really hurt.
You’re lined up at the bottom of the stairs, aiming for the top step, teddy in hand and the throw has already been made in your head.
You take aim.
You hit the bottom banister as hard as you can with your forearm.
Oh……
expletitives

Toothy peg…

…is still here! Our lovely dentist says it’s very nearly out anyway and wants Evie to be the one to pull it out. She’s been set very important, specific wobbling exercises. toothy peg 2

Sticky outy tooth.

Evie’s toothy peg’s days are numbered as we have a little visit to the dentist planned tomorrow…
toothy peg

Mega-egg.

One of my hens laid an enormous egg this morning. I haven’t cracked it open but I’m expecting a double yolker or a Jupiter sized yolk. Suggestions for meals are most welcome.

mega egg

Sock mountain.

Pair those socks for me Arnie, just a few to be getting on with.
sock mountain

Sleepover.

No I’m not packing my children off to a faraway country away from nasty Tories, just a little sleepover at their Auntie’s. Obviously they’re well prepared and I can see a little bit of my floor again…
sleepoverboy

Fought and lost.

Arnie’s been licking his fighting wounds today. I don’t think he won.
fought and lost

The hand on the beach.

We played fetch with a rubber glove that Bonnie found on the beach this afternoon. If that wasn’t strange enough, the glove had filled with wet sand so it felt like throwing a hand. (Not that I know what throwing a hand feels like)…..
We decided that it was not coming home with us but best left on the beach for someone else to rediscover….
the hand

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