I had just managed to get a load of washing in when a hail shower arrived. They were the size of golf balls.
Well, maybe that's somewhat of an exaggeration. But they sounded that big against our upstairs velux window.
The Wee Guy said to me yesterday:
'Mum, if we get maybe four or five chickens.... We'll get a rooster, put the chickens to the rooster, so next year we'll have loads of chickens'.
I love the "we'll put the chickens to the rooster" phrase. Methinks he's spending too much time talking of 'sheep to the ram'....
And talking of rams...
Our new ram (do you like the 'our'? Ahem...) Big Brother's new ram is a beauty. The Wee Guy told me that too. He's huge. His back is sooooo long.
Oh well, that's all the matters, then.
Here he is meeting the Builder. He's such a friendly chap, I'm slightly concerned that his name will be more B Forsyth than B Willis.
Nice to see you, to see you.... Nice!
He wanted to come right up to the camera and say Hi.
Hiya buddy. I think I'm gonna like you. You mustn't tell Mr Wayne, but I reckon you and I are gonna be better buddies than he and I ever were.
Yep, we'll be seeing a lot more of this fella over the next while, methinks.