Blue whale!

Busy afternoon at the homestead…Blondie working out on the driveway, Mrs G in the kitchen, Mr G chopping, splitting, carrying and eventually lighting. Roast beef dinner much appreciated and washing up, not so appreciated by the washer-upper, dutifully done. Over at Bramley Cottage, Attenborough would be happy; there’s a blue whale, come to think of it, Alan Davies would be happy too; always extra points for a blue whale on QI. Curly Sue is not following in big sis’, or mum’s primary school syllabus for that matter and doing The Rainbow Fish (how, we loved the Rainbow Fish). For Curly Sue and class mates project, they’re doing The Blue Whale and mum and dad, along with big sis and probably less of little sis (she pefers Peppa), have helped her create it. I am reliably informed it’s done (along with some smaller sea creatures). it’s painted and is patiently waiting to dry before being unleashed on Mrs Coles tomorrow. All mum and dad need to do is find a space for it to live until Curly Sue leaves home (trust me, I know this stuff, you can’t just bin it, it’s like a bag for life!, Way too much guilt attached…). I only hope Mrs Coles appreciates the time and labour, but we don’t need to unduly worry, Curly Sue will make it clear, of that we can all be sure.

The Popsicle and the Dodger spent another day adventuring. They really are here, there and everywhere; The Beatles I think Mr F?). The Dodger was eyeing up the carrots before dad stepped in and offered it to the waiting mare, “Phew “thought the Dodger, I prefer donuts!

We’re about to retire to our cosy retreat, enjoying the remnants of Sunday (not Christmas, that’s another task for tomorrow)…..