The last job of the evening is a brief dog walk. When bladders have been emptied and the grass verge sniffed, the terriers make their beds for the night and I can settle down in my big armchair with my " jimjams" on.
My jimjams consist of a extra large pair of Chris' old pyjama bottoms and my second best Walking Dead T shirt....it's an eclectic look.
Last night, I had to take our oldest dog , Meg out for a very late wee. She' s a nervy character and never quite got her bladder working on the dog's final walk of the day...and so, in my jimjams, I sneaked into the lane with Meg on her lead.
I really should have known better
Pyjamas gape at the crotch
And car headlights illuminate every detail
Apologies to the two young women driving a white fiat...
I didn't flash my goolies on purpose
Errrr , on a brighter note
Life in Trelawnyd is lumbering into spring proper
The Welsh Poppies are flowering in the garden
The broody buff and her chicks are now out in their new run
And in the kitchen incubator, there is the little "peep,peep, peep" from the ducklings trapped within their shells, three eggs, so far, are showing those tell tale spider cracks
from sharp little hatching beaks.