Monday 29 September 2014

500


Three bales

Oh it's all go down on The Croft [so I'm told.]. Ted the wooley-back white boy sheeps went missing then made an appearance again. Appears he prefers the next doors croft to eat - and who can blame him? The Crofter, that's who.

Meanwhile The Crofter is busily painting the hoosey. tiling the hoosey and what have you in anticipation of Gemma - who arrives soon. After Widdle spent some time in the wee hoosey, it requires a little going over I can tell you. Widdle is now looking outside a bit and only allowed in the scullery - except when he's allowed where-ever he wants to go that is. Which seems to be most of the time to be honest.

And Mr Crofter Sir, him of the tooth factory is still trying to catch up with The Work. Eh? What work?




Wednesday 24 September 2014

499


The food for the coows has arrived.

The Crofter has been selling some of his beloved coows recently - and whoever has bought them has a bargain. There are still a few coows round the place - or at least out on the apportionment enjoying the rain. He's not getting rid of them all just thinning them out - like his hair.

Tuesday 23 September 2014

498


Here, The Crofter is home alone. Apart from Widdle - obviously.

The new Ram [there just had to be a new ram!], son of Rambo - or maybe grandson of a previous ram - is residing over at mater and pater's gaff. Mater and pater are currently off island so The crofter is doing it all. So brave I tell you.

Monday 22 September 2014

497

Ok, we're back. Bin holidaying and Mr Crofter Sir, him of the committees etc has been to the ram sale at Stirling - but no-one bought him so he came back.

Oh, excuse me while I roll around the floor overcome with mirth of my own making.

Right, I'm over that now. And no I have not been down to see Himself today. It's raining and I don't want to ruin my hairstyle. As if I have a hairstyle. EH?



Oh look, a lovely snap of our HHHCB lurking thereabouts on The Crofters croft making the place prettier than it really is or something. She must have followed me down one day, in the sun.


Oh, there he is, pretending to work again no doubt. He does this from time to time when I go down to see him. I'm not fooled.