Eve and LivYesterday afternoon the girls and I collected apples from the surviving orchard trees from behind the cottage. The intact apples we washed and bagged up for home, the bruised windfalls we carried to the field and in a fit of glee smashed on the floor so that the geese could feed on them.
The Prof spied us from our bedroom and opened the window. He called out in mock annoyance
" Have you girls got my dinner ready?"
I repeated his request to Eve and Liv who were busy wiping apple mush from their school shoes and six year old Liv rolled her eyes rather theatrically
" Husbands ! " she sighed with all of the seriousness of Judi Dench " always moaning about something!"