When my usual blogging time rolled around The Engineer and I were sometimes standing, sometimes sitting in a hole.

As the hole was intended as the final resting place of one of the flock and the Homestead Holedigger was unavailable due to .. no, I’m not going there, I’ll just get grumpy again – I didn’t feel much like documenting the day. If I had, I would have shown off the ex-door bedheads which turned out better than we could ever have imagined.

Today’s news was a call from Bex at the butcher resulting in a full freezer again. Hooray!

Life is, as B’Witched were heard to sing in our house more than a few times for the ‘tween Engineer, a rollercoaster.