Happy Christmas from all of us at the farmlet. We hope your day was filled with food and fun, and that you didn’t have a dog steal your biscuit while you were opening presents. That innocent expression is completely faked!… Continue Reading
As those of you who follow me on Instagram will already know, over the last week the Forbearing Husband and I morphed into bird watchers. I don’t mean of the twitcher type though, I mean the full time, close up, feeding… Continue Reading
Truth be told I have yet to find an animal that works well as a lawnmower. Pigs dig. Sheep eat roses and fruit trees. Horses eat both of those, plus grapevines, tree ferns, and newly planted shelter belt trees. They… Continue Reading
Chrissy B reporting here from Plague Farmlet, where residents at House CEDAR are still recovering from a dread lurgy. The sound of coughing reverberates through the halls, and regional sales of paracetamol have spiked. Don’t worry, I’m holding my breath… Continue Reading
Aaand we’re back! [I know there are at least two more Sports Night fans reading this]. It’s been a hectic few weeks in the life and times of Chrissy B. The Forbearing Husband had a looming and Very Important writing… Continue Reading
There are not too many stories that start: “So, let me tell you about the time I inserted a thermometer into a pig’s bottom”. This is one of them. It was our family thermometer, the one I use to closely… Continue Reading
In which Chrissy B provides, for your entertainment, photographs and description of her Friday evening pony wrangling outfit. This is what happens when you come in from work and change into something comfortable; then, forgetting you are still wearing jewellery… Continue Reading
What sheep do when they think no-one’s watching… Our neighbour’s sheep concentrate hard as they skilfully arrange themselves into a tableau. This particular scene quite clearly depicting a moment from the 1984 Olympic medal ceremony for synchronised swimming. Meanwhile our sheep… Continue Reading
The Forbearing Husband and I have just returned from a few days in the capital. While on the bus travelling to the airport for our return flight, we exchanged these messages with those holding the fort at the farmlet. So… Continue Reading
For reasons which will be explained in tomorrow’s post, maternity ward productivity on the farmlet remains at a stand-still. While I leave you to wonder what’s up with that, here is a blog post about this year’s first-born lamb. He had… Continue Reading
