"Gi Oeeer"

My netbook has crashed, so I am effectively computer less (well that is until Chris gets home from work).It is a nightmare as all my notes for my chicken course are locked away behind a blank screen as well as a ton of other documents and information.
Computer Boffin Nige has kindly been on the case this evening and has offered some sound advice, but for the near future I am sans netbook!!!!!!

Anyhow work on the dry stone wall has started.
According to Steve it is important to start with some large "key stones" on the base of the wall, which you work "outwards" from. The filling of the oddshaped gaps between these larger stones remind me of a basic childs' puzzle, and as long as the stones are supported from behind, the whole job sounds easier than it is in reality.
Apparently the whole wall has to lean backwards ever so slightly (to 33 degrees) and long connecting stones should be placed in the wall (and into the bank behind the wall) to tie the whole structure into place.
I hope the Church council will be happy when we eventually finish

This afternoon I have been busy weighing out feed and mixing it with poultry wormer ( which is phenomenally expensive). As it was snowing this afternoon ( yes snowing) I worked from the back of the Berlingo to keep the feed dry and parked on the field, with the Welsh terriers tied up behind. The scotties were free on the field.
A group of hikers went past mid afternoon and as usual Maddie ran forward barking loudly at the "intruders". I shouted out my usual telling off of "Give over Maddie" and one of the men in the group cheerfully shouted out "Now there's a good Sheffield accent!"
This tickled me as I has not realised that I had used the typical Sheffield phrase of "give over" (pronounced "gi oer") which literally means "give it a rest"or "stop it"
But on reflection, I realised that I always seem to use this Yorkshire phrase time and time again, especially when dealing with the dogs, another legacy of living a decade and a half in God's own country.