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Tuesday is the only day of the week when OH and I can guarantee that we'll both have the day off work. So it's visit Mum day, then do all the major jobs on the lottie. Yesterday evening I was cleaning out the chicken houses when OH's phone rang, he was at the top of the plot so I answered it. 'Can I speak to....' said a cheery voice asking for OH by the shortened version of his Christian name. 'Hang on a sec,' says I, 'he's just watering the parsnips'. Then, realizing that watering the parsnips might be considered a euphemism for something else to someone with a certain turn of mind, I added a quick 'Hur, hur, hur,' Just to prove I've a sense of humour.
Coco, the cockerel who can crow for England, decided that this was the ideal moment to put in some serious training and managed a few world-class cock-a-doodle-doos and a couple of the hens decided to 'Bok' a bit. I used to think that this was chicken for 'Shut up, Coco', I now suspect it's chicken for; 'Thank goodness for that, while ever he's making a racket he's leaving us alone'. I shouted to OH to tell him about the phone call, then carried on cleaning out the chicken house. I'd reached the point where I needed hot water to scrub the perches with, I lifted the kettle off the camp-stove, only to discover that the handle was rather hotter than I'd expected. 'Oh, deary me,' I said 'That hurt somewhat' (or words to that effect
).
Turns out the call was not from one of his mates or someone from work asking where he'd put something, but from someone arranging an interview for a job he applied for 2 months ago, but had written off because he hadn't heard anything before.
Whoops! Do you think it's going to be worth our while even polishing the posh shoes?
Coco, the cockerel who can crow for England, decided that this was the ideal moment to put in some serious training and managed a few world-class cock-a-doodle-doos and a couple of the hens decided to 'Bok' a bit. I used to think that this was chicken for 'Shut up, Coco', I now suspect it's chicken for; 'Thank goodness for that, while ever he's making a racket he's leaving us alone'. I shouted to OH to tell him about the phone call, then carried on cleaning out the chicken house. I'd reached the point where I needed hot water to scrub the perches with, I lifted the kettle off the camp-stove, only to discover that the handle was rather hotter than I'd expected. 'Oh, deary me,' I said 'That hurt somewhat' (or words to that effect
).Turns out the call was not from one of his mates or someone from work asking where he'd put something, but from someone arranging an interview for a job he applied for 2 months ago, but had written off because he hadn't heard anything before.
Whoops! Do you think it's going to be worth our while even polishing the posh shoes?
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