Finally, after a week of messing about and refusing to realise that they can get out of their home, the chooks have discovered their run. Am most relieved as was slightly over them shouting at me every single time I set foot outside the back door. They're also blaming me and me alone for a week of miserable weather. Chickens I am sorry - but my seedlings are looking awesome - well the ones the wretched SLUGS haven't eaten anyway. Die slugs die.
Am flat out writing at the moment. Boys of Summer is coming along nicely and I don't want to lose momentum, but at the same time have rewrites of The Bunker to do asap. With school holidays screaming towards us AND a kids birthday party looming on the horizon (god. help. me.) ... I just keep telling myself its going to be FUN.
Finals Sunday night. :)