Holidays!!!

Ah the sun drenched beaches of Goa, the crisp mountain air of Zell, the glistening peaks of the Andes, the foul stench of chicken shit.....

Thats right, not for me the luxury of a week somewhere hot/cold* (delete as preferred), nope, day 1 of my week long break has been spent mucking out the chicken shed. I had help from 3ft of incessant questioning three year old who is, by way of a warning, lethal with a muck fork.

All the girls were present and correct this morning - which is surprising considering I'd accidentally left three out last night - apparently when Nick had gone to shut up the other sheds, they came running to him flapping and screaming about ghosts and foxes and things and how the hell could he let this happen on their first night here and did he know that they had friends at sanctuaries and they never got left out and how disgusted, quite frankly, they were at the level of care.

I'm not sure how Nick responded but the next I saw of him was him coming through the door in a hurry and reaching for cake. Never a good sign :)

So yes, anyway.... having a kind of 'rest afternoon' now as I feel like death and look like Death on his death bed. Nick is the same but struggled to work this morning to infect the rest of the office with whatever it is we have. I admire his dedication to putting stuff on the seabed but as I pointed out, perhaps his colleagues may be not so admiring when they feel like thay have a 1600 spin cycle going on in their stomachs.

So I may now go and hang some washing out and then pot on some more basil before re-connecting with my duvet and series III of Thomas the Tank Engine.