I am tired out. My ironing pile is higher than it's ever been, I've just trampled dirt throughout the house after nipping into the garden to lock the hens away before I pick up Luke from work. I always kick my shoes off before I come through the French doors but this time I didn't and now I've footprints in the hallway, up the stairs and in the bedroom. Nice! I have had a lovely day though and although I had a midday dip in enthusiasm I soon bounced back when I dug up some potatoes, those lovely jewels of deliciousness soon got me in the mood again. . I had a whole bucketful although I left six plants in the ground as they'll be fine underground and I didn't want the veg patch to look too bare. Because I had turned and levelled the ground it soon encouraged the chickens to scrabble onto my cleared patch which I had no problem with but later on regretted by indulgence towards them when I found Shakira nipping the tops off all the feathery carrot tops. Each and every one has lost it's leaves. They knew they were in the wrong when I told them off and they scarpered through the potatoes to escape. Naughty girls and naughty me for taking my eye off them for a moment. I've got lots of jobs done today but am so pooped I can hardly concentrate. I'll be back.
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