Sunday, 24 May 2015


While The Crofter has his feet on the mantelpiece with Gemmima stroking his brow and whispering sweet nothings into his ear as they watch Euroviosion song contest for the seventh time, Dad Crofter is moving feed from the Pimpmobile [now with recharged battery] to the place where the feed is put.

Saturday, 23 May 2015


Not that keen on these two. Always shouting at me and everything. Turn your back for a moment and the flippin things are biting your leg.

May I suggest Ms Gemmima, who is currently on the island look here. Just saying.

Thursday, 21 May 2015


Oh, I'm loving this snap. Very JR don't you think? Anyone who wasn't in the know would think the kind Crofter has placed the junk there just for me. He hadn't, he was too busy in the Tooth Factory for that.

Wednesday, 20 May 2015


Have you ever heard of the term "everything but the kitchen sink"?

Here the kitchen sink is here as well.

Saturday, 16 May 2015


Of course The Croft is still working. Dad Crofter was there today mucking about with this and that while The Crofter watched Liverpool FC on TV lose yet again.

There was a thing full of sprouting potatoes ready to put in the ground on the off chance that the temperature rises a little this year.

The lamblettes that had been bouncing around the garden in the sun a few days before were hiding in their lair warmed by a kindly placed lamp.

Thursday, 14 May 2015


Yes, ahhh. He's ok. Had triple man-flu / double Pneumonia [aka a cold] for the last few days but he is pulling through you'll be pleased to hear.
Found enough time and energy to pose for a snap for me though. I mean, I didn't ask him to pose he just does - sort of unconsciously. Just in case his fiancée looks in here perhaps!

Monday, 11 May 2015


I know there's been a break. My nose started running, a cough racked my lungs so I took to my bed - which was just dandy as my dearest Eve was away. And I didn't want to give my snivels to the sheeps anyway. Mr Crofter already had double man-flue so there were no worries on that part.

The other calflette - whose name escapes me on account of my ageing self, was looking expecting me to play whilst Mum lurked behind. I didn't play. I didn't feel like to be honest.