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Thursday, 21 August 2008

Of pigs and potties

Twenty-four degrees at 7am and cloudy.

I once dreamed of sophisticated summer holidays in the street cafes, museums and restaurants of the French Riviera, or horseback riding deep in the heart of woody New England, or wandering about in the Scottish highlands and islands. Instead what will I be doing in the next few days?

Shovelling shit!

Yes, while we were busy soaking up a couple of days of high-altitude Alpine sun, the wild boar were busy destroying the terraced meadow in which we keep our chickens, in a summer frenzy for hidden spring bulbs, and I've found myself co-opted into remodelling the terraces they've thrown down.

And B. has decided it's time she was potty trained.

Ho-hum, where's me spade.

4 comments:

Vanessa said...

If you need a spade, I think perhaps you might stop giving B. so much fruit......

Louise said...

tee-hee

Gypsy at Heart said...

Louise! I haven't visited for the longest time and I come back to find this little gem of a funny post. I hear you on the potty training. Doing that with the kid right here. Not so much with the wild boar though... But the the mother in law will be visiting soon. I suppose that I will identify completely then. ;-)

Louise said...

Hi Gypsy -- welcome back! Good to see your pic again. And hear something of your wild sense of humour. I'll drop by The Leaping Thought asap. Other readers, check it out, you'll find it in the links list.

Thursday, 21 August 2008

Of pigs and potties

Twenty-four degrees at 7am and cloudy.

I once dreamed of sophisticated summer holidays in the street cafes, museums and restaurants of the French Riviera, or horseback riding deep in the heart of woody New England, or wandering about in the Scottish highlands and islands. Instead what will I be doing in the next few days?

Shovelling shit!

Yes, while we were busy soaking up a couple of days of high-altitude Alpine sun, the wild boar were busy destroying the terraced meadow in which we keep our chickens, in a summer frenzy for hidden spring bulbs, and I've found myself co-opted into remodelling the terraces they've thrown down.

And B. has decided it's time she was potty trained.

Ho-hum, where's me spade.

4 comments:

Vanessa said...

If you need a spade, I think perhaps you might stop giving B. so much fruit......

Louise said...

tee-hee

Gypsy at Heart said...

Louise! I haven't visited for the longest time and I come back to find this little gem of a funny post. I hear you on the potty training. Doing that with the kid right here. Not so much with the wild boar though... But the the mother in law will be visiting soon. I suppose that I will identify completely then. ;-)

Louise said...

Hi Gypsy -- welcome back! Good to see your pic again. And hear something of your wild sense of humour. I'll drop by The Leaping Thought asap. Other readers, check it out, you'll find it in the links list.