This is the view I am currently treated to, while lying in bed enjoying day two of my holidays. It's impeding me in several ways including: forcing me into a half-recline position which is doing neither my back or neck any favours, preventing me from being able to access my quickly cooling cup of tea, placing undue stress on my bladder and encouraing poor ergonomic practices while typing this blog entry. (Thank the goddess for Bluetooth keyboards!)
Yes, I am on holidays for 2 glorioius weeks! Many people think it's madness to take leave during the winter months, but I actually quite enjoy it. Rainy, cold, wintery days are the ones that most people bemoan the fact they had to leave bed.... let alone actually get out of their pyjamas and leave the house! Though while I would love to stay tucked up under the quilt for days on end, surviving only on cups of tea, chocolate biscuits and endless YouTube marathons of Pie In The Sky (my favourite combination of British police drama and cooking), the reality is I do need to use my time wisely and not squander these few days of freedom. Therefore, today I shall don my daggiest of daggys (this involves paint spattered jeans, a jumper with more holes than a deathrocker's arm-warmers and the beanie that becomes one with my person at the end of these 2 week holiday stints), and I will start tackling gardening tasks that have been looming large at The Yurt for some time.
One of my main task during my break is to chicken proof... well, just about everything. While our feathery-dinos get a fairly free run of the backyard when we are home, this does mean that they get into anything that isn't surrounded by a 2 metre razor wire fence. I love the little jerks, and I admire their tenacity to get into my freshly sown wildflower garden. However, I do not admire the fact that they DID get in there, yesterday (while I was watching Pie In The Sky with a hot tea), and they DID dig every bloody square metre over with those freaky talons of theirs. Paired with the fact that our small white terror, Hila, decided to take a sojourn under another fence and onto the nature strip. Cue myself and Miss L running around in freezing sleety-rain, in our ugg boots, waving kale in the air and trying to stop that damned chicken from crossing the road! (Trust me, there was no reason for her to be on the other side!!)
Ah, the joys that only self-sufficiency dreams are made of!!!!
Enjoy your break! Hope the achies improve! One good thing about Winter has to be wearing daggy oversized things!
ReplyDeleteThese are all the things we are learning! god those feathery babes make a huge mess in no short time if they escape their end of the yard, and how the devil they have worked out a way to jump their fence is beyond me but one seems to do it every week....
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