OK, I'll fess up. When I started this blog I lived at River Cottage, a little small holding in the beautiful Wylye Valley but then I moved. So now I live in a beautiful little village in the same valley with my two gorgeous, funny, intelligent children, The Boy, 18 and The Girl, 16. They were clearly swapped at birth and must spend all their waking hours wondering who their real parents are. I've followed no discernable career path, having worked in publishing, the arts, Slebrity PR and as an airstewardess in the Middle East (see what I mean!). I've lived abroad for many years most recently in France. I now work in child protection for our local authority in between raising Orpington hens, writing my next book and pretending to be self-sufficient. I am proudly a single mother
Sarah, ah, but in training for what? That's the question. I've changed the counter now. I went back and made it smaller and must have forgotten to redo the date. Had I given up Fessebook on November 11th 1985 it would have been correct!!
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I think it's a lynching. The one in front looked like a crim. Just saying.
You could be right, Steve, you could be right
because it was the chicken's day off? :D
They're in training - obvious, isn't it? :)
BTW, I don't think your Fessebook counter is quite right, says you gave up 9497 days ago and I thought you started yesterday...
Sarah, ah, but in training for what? That's the question. I've changed the counter now. I went back and made it smaller and must have forgotten to redo the date. Had I given up Fessebook on November 11th 1985 it would have been correct!!
Taz, or maybe they were chasing the chickens....
Just don't want to be goosed by whatever is behind them...
Ooooh, nasty thought Fly!
An example of a fast goose step? Are these German geese? ;-)
Presumably they were trying to take a gander at something up the road? (Sorry)!
Kitty, good point. I wonder....?
CQ, oh tres drole!
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