Tadpoles for Tea

Phew, have found (huff puff) another new way (huff puff) to get (huff puff) fit. Having chased (..got my breath back now) the cats to retrieve bunnies (Olympic blog post) I now race to my sitting room sash window, fling it open, hurl myself through the gap and sprint to the pond waving my arms while meowing. If I have done the moves correctly one tarty duck and her two pervy lovers take to the air in frightened flight and countless tadpole lives are saved....oh and I won't have to join a gym but I may require a chiropractor. Genius eh?

The only slight issue is, I'm having to do this every forty minutes and soon I have to leave for school run. I realise that I cannot take all the tads with me, so I fear there will be a massacre while I'm out. Oh well.....could do with a gun really, then we could eat the ducks!!

Sun's out, house is clean'ish, beds made and luscious Ludlow shopping is done....c'mon bring on the guests...