Cabbages & houseperson blues

There was a funeral this afternoon at the Church, so I stationed myself in the field to prevent any bothersome turkey and runner duck activity as the mourners gathered around the graveside

I know just what to do now to minimise mourner irritation! The junior turkeys are locked away in their shed, and all of the poultry are fed spaghetti an half hour before the funeral starts; thus happily stuffed with carbohydrates the birds all retire to sleep in the field margins and minimal distraction is caused!

As the funeral took place, I planted row upon row of cabbages which all have been covered with netting. Then several rows of broad beans and peas followed as the sun shone down. The allotment is now completely back into shape if not just a little behind last year's growing schedule.

Now as blog readers be aware, I never complain about my allotment, and I am perfectly comfortable with my adopted role as "househusband"..but do you know, after today I feel just a little unappreciated with coping with the more banal aspects of home life.......now I expect just a little solidarity here by those, like me, who have to cope with the mundane and boring !
Today I had to wait a wasted hour or so for the car to have its MOT (which it bloody well failed), fanny-arsed around for an absolute age with my hand down the patio drain in an effort to clear a blocked pipe, scrubbed the lounge carpet with biological washing powder to remove George's uncharacteristic piss stain before mowing the front lawn ( a neighbour commented that it was looking scruffy), washing the cottage windows, and bleaching the kitchen floor free of grubby paw prints for the second time today before bagging up 7 bin bags of rubbish for collection tomorrow and dettol scrubbing the patio!
Chris (on his way to cosmopolitan excitement in London) was less than happy with the fact that the Berlingo failed, and my ill conceived presumption that he was "being all urbane and sophisticated" coupled with the fact I could actually smell just how bad my sweat shirt smelt after a good half hour's pee scrubbing...has made me feel a little undervalued....
I would really mind if I drank gin all day and watched Jeremy Kyle
Oh I wish I could always walk around the house baking pies and wiping my fat arms on my apron with a smile.............
or am I just being a little queeny again?