|You know who your friends are...|
|Exhibit A: removed from Son+Heir's bedroom recently|
|Calorific but terrific tablet|
|Tension mounts as the hat judging begins|
Needless to say, our bashful foursome watched the ongoings agog, while privately thanking our lucky stars that we hadn't exposed ourselves to the straight-talking judge's frank - albeit amusing provided you weren't on the receiving end! - critique. The lively Ceilidh band kept the whole evening reeling along nicely, and HunterGatherer and I proved that despite stumbling disgracefully into our 50s (he last year and me this coming August) we can still dance a pretty mean Strip the Willow. The fact that I could barely walk this morning due to the after-effects of stuffing my normally welly-clad feet into court shoes for three hours is neither here nor there...
|50 (well, 3!) shades of chocolate sheep: dark, milk and white choc|
|Home Sweet Home - but what if you had to leave?|
|Each bump and scratch = a musical memory|
|Don't forget to pack us!|
My latest blogpost showed a photo of a Jenga tower built of the 1 kg alfalfa feed blox that Little Bruv makes down on the farm. Being a competitive chap, he wasn't going to be outdone - so here's a photo of his giant Jenga tower of 250kg Blox!
|Fun and games down on the farm!|