Last week started badly. Mrs BLog went out at about 10.00 to ensure that Custard and Mustard (our chickens) were safely asleep in their coop. They weren't. That is, Mustard was and Custard wasn't. The Blog family were turfed out into the cold night air to look for Custard who did not want to be found. Son-blog went to search the park nearby, daughter-blog went up and down the A72 calling. I went for the prickly bushes.
After a few heart-stopping moments I found Custard hiding in a bush below the kitchen window.Clearly unaware of the trouble she had caused nor how close she wato being part of a recipe for Korma.
The following day I could not find my glasses. Regulars will know that this has happened before and they have always turned up eventually. Once in a snowdrift and once in the lawnmower blades.
They duly turned up later in the week when daughter blog found Custard back in the bush trying to hatch them.
After a few heart-stopping moments I found Custard hiding in a bush below the kitchen window.Clearly unaware of the trouble she had caused nor how close she wato being part of a recipe for Korma.
The following day I could not find my glasses. Regulars will know that this has happened before and they have always turned up eventually. Once in a snowdrift and once in the lawnmower blades.
They duly turned up later in the week when daughter blog found Custard back in the bush trying to hatch them.
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