What an odd week its been, There's been good things;
Birthdays (thanks for your well wishes blogging buddies by the way)..
pretty birthday purchases from Cath Kidston (rosy bag,cushion covers and a chair),a girlie day out (bliss in a house of stinky boys) and visits to posh shops at Bicester Outlet village, CAKE, my phone deciding to work again, nice offers from nice blogging ladies and the insurance paying out for a nasty stain that they couldn't get rid of on my sofa. Yay!
then theres been the not so good things;
A stinky boy who doesn't know what to do with himself now he's not at school and is getting very depressed, poorly chicken...shes depressed, CAKE (yes, it has to go on both lists) too many bills to pay and not enough money to pay them with so I'm depressed, my favourite cup getting broken (sad, I know but tea always tasted better from that cup) nobody buying the house and having to turn down nice offers from nice blogging ladies because my brain isn't up to it. Boo
Well I think the good things outnumber the bad, so lets not get too miserable about it, but if there is one thing I've learnt this week it's that in posh shops, posh people dont have posh manners.They can be downright rude.
Anyway the naughty chickens have been causing havoc in the front garden again along with Eddie the even naughtier free-range bunny.Not only have they scratched up most of my lilies that were just poking through they have also thrown most of the gravel path onto the flowerbeds, made dust baths in the most annoying places (behind the gate) and eaten along the front hedge.It has taken on a distinctly bald look from hen height down! (maybe they want to take a peep at the passers by)
Eddie likes to round up the ladies, I think he's lived a sheltered life,having only had guinea pigs for company when he was younger and one mean bad rabbit that came to stay for a very short while.
I think he's starting to think he may actually be a cockerel, he's taken to eating chicken food..not good when it blows your head up to twice its size as you're allegic to it and does a jaunty little dance around the ladies in circles until they are dizzy. Needless to say all this silly behaviour doesn't wash with the ladies and a sharp peck on the bottom usually sends him off again into the shrubbery.
We did used to have a cockerel for a short while.Merlin...Merlin the magic chicken, who started off life as Hattie. Hattie grew much quicker than her other pals and then decided on Christmas eve (yes really) at 3am to confirm that she was indeed a he. Infact she wanted to tell us 'she' was a 'he' every 10 minutes. Even when I put him in a cat basket in the kitchen under a blanket, he still insisted on telling us at the top of his voice.Lovely.
One week and several irate neighbours later, Hattie went to live a new life as Merlin with my sister in the country. Town definately isn't the place for cockerels!
I've loved looking at everyones garden photos recently, spring is such a lovely time of year, everything new and fresh looking (until those dastadly slugs get everything) I'm dying to add some plants and move bits around but I'll just have to do it in other peoples gardens whilst the house is still for sale,inbetween the showers,hail storms and thunder (a gardeners life, eh)
Rodney's just busy on Frog patrol