If Husband and I get a divorce, chances are it's because of the blog. I don't talk enough to him, but reveal too much electronically. Ironic really. So I've decided to give Husband a break from the blabbing today. Which also gives me a break from writing 400-600 words. This comes as a great relief, as I didn't get home from my mad chook... Continue Reading →
Mad chook mission
See the little guy on the left. His name is Snoopy. Was Snoopy. I miss Snoopy. Snoopy grew up to be a rooster, so we had to give him away (well, pay the supplier to take him back, rort) because people in suburban areas don't like being woken at 4am by roosters. Funny that. When... Continue Reading →