Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Love Handles

Not sure what came over me, but I've taken to pulling handles.
I've no doubt there'll be some ointment for that at the chemist and I'll be better in no time at all.
Having said that my handled cup has been used over and over again and the handle is still attached - this is probably due to me doing the dishes. I fear the lady with the curly hair can't be trusted - I've seen her tea cups. Anyway she's far too busy pruning roses to be trifling with domestic issues. 
Life on the farm is as interesting as ever.
With spring around the corner and five randy roosters in the coup we've had to take action and create another home for 'the children'. This one has been furnished with a glittery disco ball and podium - sure to give the partying locals a run for their money. The new home has made the big coup look rather empty, but I think this won't be for long as Mabel's getting broody and there's a fair bit of love action going on.
We're inundated with eggs - tiffany blues from the frosty araucanas and the cutest mini-eggs that are dispatched from the fluffy undercarriages of the silkies. Can't say I enjoy cracking these ones, it seems wrong to damage such a perfect object. That reminds me, I'd better do the washing-up. Goodbye!