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Tuesday, 7 June 2011

No Shit Sherlock

 
Linking up with Diminishing Lucy


Was my considered response to the text:  "Jet washing parts of the anatomy is NOT recommended!"


this is the BEFORE picture :)


Jet washing the decking well, now that’s fun for the first twenty minutes after that it gets a little tedious but I have to say, it’s now looking totally ...............








I on the other hand looked like crap.  Not only did it take a layer of skin off the one remaining good foot I have but I was also pebble dashed with 10 different kinds of shit.  Why did no one warn me about splash back.


I am not a toy!
Friday afternoon was fairly typical in the Mac household. Bear (he of very little brain) had a new toy.  He played joyfully under the dining table, tossing it in the air, patting it with his paws and generally having a jolly time.

where's my toy???


He wasn’t too happy about having it taken away ..






We thought at first it was dead but then Miss Mac pointed out that although it was lying on it’s back motionless it was still breathing and I would have to DEAL WITH IT!!!!

Arrrgh, I don’t DO dealing with.  As the man of the house I called upon Master Mac to dispatch the poor thing. His answer was something to the effect of ‘ha ha, yeah right Mum’, hmmm, well that’s the polite version anyway.

It was down to me……   Luckily froggy was just playing dead and suddenly flipped over apparently none the worse for his adventures inside Bears mouth. Phew!

This weekend was a chicken sitting weekend, my favourite kind of weekend.  Free range eggs and the first of the Strawberries and Raspberries from Janet’s Garden.

soon!









I fed her cat, the tropical fish, the goldfish, the fish in the pond, watered the garden and the plants in the green house, drenched myself reaching up to water the hanging baskets at the front of the house and pottered down to the bottom end of the garden with half a cabbage and a sense of anticipation to collect my reward.


Sadly, Janet is now down to 2 chickens but both are laying most days.  Sure enough there was Esmeralda, bottom parked in the nesting box.

If I cross my legs I can eat the cabbage first!
Now Esmeralda has a real fondness for cabbage and I swear to god, when she saw me coming, green leaves in hand, she sucked the damn egg back up again and hopped off!

No amount of gentle persuasion, threats or chants of sage and onion stuffing would entice her back on again. That chicken wasn’t laying till she was good and ready and certainly not before brunch.

4 comments:

Lou said...

Don't think I would hae enjoying having to deal with a frog either - thankfully my 2 felines dont seem to bring anything in - they just play with their toys in the back garden!

Sarah Mac said...

Funny isnt it, dead things I can deal with, live things, no problem. But things that are half dead? Ewww!!!

I'm So Fancy said...

I think that frog would have scared the beejeesus out of me...coming back from the dead like that...

Sarah Mac said...

Haha, Top Tip: Place the tupperware container over the frog BEFORE poking it (saves an awful lot of screaming and running around in the long run)