We returned from Iceland to a clean house and happy pets. All thanks to our 'Trusted Housesitter' Ruth. We may even give that another go next year.
Once the washing was done I set off for a few days in Bonn. Along with a plane full of MCFC fans. Mostly drunk. On an 8.05am flight. I think I was the only person who ordered a cup of tea on the flight. Returning from Germany was the best return-home ever. I had missed everything so much (probably mainly due to the fact I was travelling alone and staying in what can only be described as cheap student digs - and I had a pot noodle in my room every night). So returning home to Spring in February. The birds seem very busy. Every day we see several buzzards and Red Kite. And at night the Tawny Owls haunt the dark skies (which sounds like the first line of a ghost story). Of course the bliss has to be marred. By the neighbours. This time they chose to deliver a message by snail mail. Tracked and Signed For. I won't go into the detail. It's taken me three days to calm down. But I do intend writing back at some point - asking them to please maintain their hedges and trees as they are causing distress (distress = tons of bloody leaves and overhanging hedge branches). Back to the better side of life... Our nice neighbour, Rick (from down the hill) decided that this weekend, just gone, we would take the solar water heater panel from our roof. Of course this put the fear of Dog into me. Our roof is high. But Rick had it in hand. He built the scaffold. Climbed it. Threw up the roof ladder. Shimmied around on the tiles. Passed down the huge glass tubes. Then the frame. Bob's your uncle and Fanny's your aunt. Done. He even took a little detour over the ridge tiles to remove the TV aerial which was hanging by a thread. We owe him. Again. And finally... We're getting more hens. Thanks to Helen (living over the brush with Rick). I offered to keep some hens for her if I could borrow her old coop (made from a small trailer). The coop has been given a spruce up and some extra weather-proofing (necessary up here...the wind and rain can be harsh) and its now ready for some new guests. So our three girls (Dolly, Nanan and Gladys) could soon find their flock more than doubling in size. And..I might just get a cockerel. A bloody big noisy one. Today's photo... Rick (living over the brush with Helen) enlisted the help of his young son to climb the scaffold. Photo in order of most shit-scared... Me - taking the shot (a long way from the action) Stu - not allowed to climb (by order of Me) Rick's son - halfway up Rick - right up there (thankfully attached to a rope which was in turn attached to my car behind the house).
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