For a start, I never thought I would have a Rayburn wood burning stove, but we have. Delivered from the UK, it has stood in the middle of the hall for the last five months.
It's position has been endlessly talked about. How to put the chimney and water pipes in has been endlessly talked about. But the wood has been delivered.
So it is all systems go. Or not, when it comes to the question as to where is my puff. Because I seem to have had a lethargy come upon me, which is not exactly convenient at this time. The electrician comes in on Monday and I still have 30% of the kitchen still to clear. And I seem to have come to a halt. But Lester is trundling on, and has got the potatoes planted, and some seeds done. He has also been hard at work filling in some of the holes in walls of the kitchen.
....and the chickens and Muscovy boys (who have taken to trying to mate with the cockerels) hiding out in the wilderness of the small veg plot, which has been left to go wild because it is to be the eventual chicken run.
....and the rotti girls having a romp in the hay....
....and Lester having problems with Lissie, who was intent on having a munch on the bay hedge but Lester said she wasn't allowed because she was giving him hassle and was not being a good girl. (Please note the rounded tummy of Lissie. Calf arrives hopefully in about three months time)
.... and sharing with you a sunny moment from down here in SW France. Hope you have a good weekend, and hope your mojo is functioning better than mine.