I spent a a glorious day yesterday at granny and grandpa’s as the big M was in Edinburgh and the big D had to drive her to the airport at the crack of dawn (even before I got up!) which was easier from their house, than ours.
As always we did loads of super fun things. The bubble machine still being a firm favourite, but the best bit was feeding the ducks. I was a little unsure to begin with – I
couldn’t understand why on earth we would give our bread away?! And tried desperately to gather it up and eat it myself. But I soon got the hang of it and it was great! Ducks are still my favourite bird. Quack quack
Yet again I’ve been spoilt rotten and the centre of attention! The big M’s Aussie friends have played with me ALL day. The big D had to go to the Chalke Valley so the big M, Fe, Gary and I took ourselves off to Ham Hill. We had a leisurely lunch (I ate my first scotch egg) and then went for a long walk. I had a fantastic time between running up hills, playing in the dirt, throwing stones, using Gary as my own personal chariot, stealing other children’s balls amongst others.
Over the past few days I have become a lawnmower expert. We are in the market for a new machine and we have been EVERYWHERE. We’ve seen blue ones, red ones, yellow ones, green ones, ones made out of steel, ones made out of aluminium, 56 cm ones, 43 cm ones, 51 cm ones, ones with mulchers, ones without mulchers, ones with rinse out valves, ones without rinse out valves, ones with big cuttings bags, ones with small cuttings bags, ones with one speed, ones with 4 speeds. It goes on… And on and on. The only thing we can be sure of is that we want a petrol one.
Too much choice. So we’ve made the sensible option and buried our heads in the sand until next week.
I found the perfect one. The big D wasn’t convinced.
The real farmer has put his cows in our field. They’re gorgeous. He’s described them as lap cows – in that if they could they’d sit in your lap. They’re that friendly. I love them, particularly the calves.