2.75 hours into school holidays and Bloody Hell. 56 days to go. Help meeeee.
In other news, on Monday I ate a turkey sandwich for lunch THEN walked outside and there was a brush turkey sitting on the roof.
Coincidence? I think not.
Clearly it was here to avenge its fallen comrades, OR sexually harass my chickens. Either way, next door's dog scared it off, and it hasn't returned. Phew. (Yes, you might be wondering where Sebs the Attack Spaniel was... after some half-hearted barking from under the outside table he disappeared inside to leave me to fend for myself.)