A lesson for me.

Thanks to you reading this post, I get to brush up on my geography (a blessing given that I got THREE 'ungraded' results for my geography exams - a bit of a blow seeing as how I considered being a geography teacher in my younger years). If I check on the audience view I can see which parts of the world are looking at my blog. Thank you!
I've now got it into my brain that South Africa is not South America. A shocking confession, I know and I hereby apologise for being so unaware of the world.

Having spent yesterday working in a windowless room all day I have a day's holiday today and the chickens are delighted about that. I let them out at lunchtime and popped out into the back garden to top up the peanuts in the feeders. Buck Bucky was so desperate to see what food I had that she ran too fast and shocked herself by taking flight. With a mass of flapping she got herself half way down the garden before finding her feet on solid ground again and coming to a stop. Very amusing.
Now, whilst the others are clearing out the weeds in my herb garden, Buck Bucky is wandering along with a small tomato in  her beak, making her look like a circus clown with a huge red nose. Chickens do the same sort of thing with grapes; so desperate are they to escape from the crowd to keep their rich pickings for themselves that they grab them and race off with little green hooters. I can see them all from where I am typing on the laptop and I can also see my breath in front of me even though I am in the house.
It is 1.5 degrees today which delighted Luke as it means his garlic will be having a happy start to it's growing life.

Now I should be mopping the kitchen floor right now but I am procrastinating because I've still got s glowing nose from having just spent two hours in the garden. I have mowed the front and back gardens for the first time this year (quite early but I always think it's like vacuuming carpets, they always look ten times better for a go over. I've also cleaned up the cat poo from next door's cat. No idea why she bothers using the outdoors though as she stayed in here overnight and deposited a 'present' on our cooker top! I'm sure she does these things to wind up Luke. The reason I have to mop the floor is because I am sure I can smell the other part of her present somewhere and need to get the place fresh again. She's outside on our deck looking at me through the french windows. I've called Jack to let him know that first she was in with me and that now she is back outdoors again but he's out playing golf I think. I also raked up some leaves to clear the borders and then spent a happy half an hour trying to pressure wash the conservatory roof. I ended up abandoning that and just jetting the bird bath clean instead.
Well, thanks for letting me waffle on, time to mop is fast approaching. I won't tell Luke if you won't.