Today.
A snow blizzard is burying us. The chickens look unamused. Weather-wise it looks as if we'll be hunkered down till Spring. I've mentioned to the chickens that I'm watching egg production, anyone not pulling her weight may be invited to Sunday lunch! This doesn't include Laura-Hen as the children would never speak to me again.
What's really concerning (for my santity) is that after a month of Christmas holidays, school is looking doubtful for Monday. Walking out into the bleak midwinter seems a tempting option; trailing across the fields in my pjs muttering 'I may be some time.'
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