The demolition men are hard at it again up at the Love Shack. Mr Grigg, Nobby Odd-Job, Mr Loggins and Mr Sheepwash are in dismantling mode as they tear apart the old bungalow high on the hill.
Mr Sheepwash narrowly misses impaling himself on a rusty nail and Mr Loggins puts his back out. Mr Grigg comes home in a flap, desperate to use the lavatory but unable to get his overalls off in a hurry. I fear he might follow through.
Here in the Grigg household, spring has arrived, which means my twice-yearly sort-out of the bedroom drawers and wardrobe. The winter clothes are going away, which probably means we'll have snow next week.
There have been numerous developments since my last post. The sheep and lambs have been moved into the pasture near Pelly Sheepwash's house and the spring bulbs are coming out just in time for Mrs Bancroft's homecoming after five months away. Contrary to local gossip, she has not been detained at Her Majesty's pleasure but is on a round-the-world adventure.
The most curious happening this week was down at the henhouse. One of the hens has given birth to a goose egg.
This miracle of nature has the fingerprints of Celebrity Farmer - or maybe his brother - all over it.
With Easter just around the corner, I wouldn't be at all surprised if Pelly found a gift-wrapped chocolate egg next weekend with a great big red bow around it. Or even better, a beanstalk that reached high into the sky.
It's magical, this place. You couldn't make it up.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
I t's a strange day today. Black as the inside of a bag and raining like billio. I don't like it. We had snow last week. Just ...
The mist clouds encircled The Enchanted Village either side of Fun Day and scarecrow festival weekend, as the international bunting flapped ...
We're walking down a wooded lane, Arty the dog and I. There's a high estate wall on one side, a long bank on the other. We crunch...
Living in Greece for the past couple of months, I've been asked what the refugee situation is like here. Well, to be perfectly hones...
Down in the depths, Boris and his sirens have slunk into the shadows. 'There is no plan,' they say in unison, sniggering behind...