|I looked remarkably like Max Wall|
I tried my onesie on last night and I must admit that I won't be wearing the bloody thing again....going to the bog in something that has a zip which only reaches down to your sternum seems far too complicated for someone who was needing a very quick slash during Sherlock last night.
This morning the stormy weather arrived with a vengeance , and the wind woke us up around 5.45. I dragged myself out of bed, and putting on a hastily grabbed coat and hat, I took the dogs out on the lane for a quick wee.
Yes..I never mentioned trousers did I ?
Well I had my long johns on, so I thought it wouldn't matter, given the fact that I thought it was a deathly quiet Sunday morning.
YES, I KNOW ITS FRIGGING MONDAY MORNING NOW!
So apologies to the two early morning commuters who got a good look at my chicken legs in the lane his morning........it wasn't a good way to start the day
Anyhow on a lighter note...I have had a couple of queries about condition of the Muddy coloured Hen. ( the sick little bird that presented herself to me in the dark) Well , I must say , she's looking a whole bit brighter than she did. I have placed her in a run with the silly looking Phyllis Diller, and every day, she is fed with a spare duck egg, which she eats with some gusto. She is still incredibly underweight and a bit shaky, but her eyes are bright and she remains alert and thoughtful
She's doing ok
|No I am not choking my chicken|
She looks better than I do this morning