Twins? Or, Counting My Chickens.

Not only did I find this totally enthralling… but also a wee bit creepy. There’s summat in there!
You can’t see it too well, but the chick embryos are spinning and moving in a lively fashion around the egg. Colonel Mustard has left a posthumous legacy: 5 out of the 8 Brahma eggs [...]

Disquiet

Harry had his 4 monthly consultant’s appointment on Wednesday, which went… well, OK, I suppose. I told him my worries about Harry’s short height and stalled weight gain, and he tish-toshed. I told him that the health visitor (pause to spit) had said that his leg creases were uneven, and he pished. I bleated plaintively about H’s perpetual 39 degree [...]

Crotch Care

My word! I had no idea that my undercarriage had such exciting bloggy potential; it seems that the UK ladies are in the minority with their tweezing prowess. Just so the rest of the world don’t think us utterly provincial, let us take a quick spin through the alternatives, just to prove we know about them.
Hair removing cream
Nice in [...]

Protected: Pubes & Pugilism

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Commencing Countdown, Engines On

Mrs Brahma has done herself proud. 6 weeks ago she was sat glumly in the hen house, refusing to shift her fat bottom outside and trying her level best to die. Enter Colonel Mustard II. And enter he did, the frisky old devil; lucky little Mrs B never knew what had hit her. Once she had taken a good [...]

No, ma’am. We’re musicians.

I forgot about these little guys. Highlight of my day on Sunday! Winners of the Fancy Dress class, apparently.

The Oddest Pair

Harry’s suspiciously flushed cheeks of yesterday have morphed into snot and high temperature. The last 3 weeks he has been beautifully well, and it had been his longest snot-free period since Christmas. His blocked tear duct and sore eye even cleared up last week for the first time ever, as his inflamed little membranes had obviously been snotless long enough for the swelling and irritation [...]

Protected: 1 out of 5 ain’t ba… actually, it’s shit, isn’t it?

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You’re It.

The lovely Brenda has rashly said she would like more Hairy Farmer Family info. I shall duly bore you oblige!
1. What were you doing 10 years ago?  
Back living with Mum & Dad (bliss!) paying off a monstrous credit card debt, and accordingly having no social life to speak of. A dedicated smoker of [...]

Creepy & Crawly

My dresser is beginning to take shape. Although, I have spent more time applying white spirit to my paint-encrusted hands and dabbing at splotches on my clothes (Good clothes. Why don’t I take the trouble to put on old clothes? I know I’m clumsy) than I have actually applying paint to the wood.

Other projects this week [...]