Poor Bert has had a
tough few days for the dreaded digger man has been here. Digger men
are terrible people to have about a place for they need attended from
morning to night and they also need massive quantities of stones to
fill their drains.This has been a desperate place this last wee while
for if it is not Robinson's Quarry lorries roaring into the yard at
sparrow's first fart, it is The Silage Boys driving massive plant up
the back lane and the minute they have the fields shaved there is
Hector the Farmer in straight after them with his slurry spreader
totally stinking the place up. Then, if they can find a space to
park, we have Pearlie's carers in four times a day. And they say
country living is peaceful. It is not. I thought we had the place to ourselves
this evening and went outside to shift my baby chickens to their
dormitory and of course I was singing them a very silly song that
went something like this,
Sweet
baby chickens
Have to
go to sleep
Sweet
little hen babies
Going
cheep, cheep, cheep.*
Next thing I spotted Stephen the Farmer lurking in some bushes. I
brazened it out and bade him a good evening. If a woman can't sing a
silly song in her own yard where can she sing one? To tell the truth
I'll be glad to get away from this madhouse and escape to the
relative peace and tranquillity of Vancouver.
Four more sleeps and, with a bit of luck, another one on the plane.
And, according to my friend Bilrus, I am to keep my eyes peeled for a
glimpse of Sasquatch.
Sung to the music from the chorus The Toreador Song, Carmen
Sung to the music from the chorus The Toreador Song, Carmen
4 comments:
Have a wonderful time in Canada!
lucky farmer getting to hear that sweet song
Your coming West to Vancouver BC! It's not that far from N Cali you know! Safe Journey.
Sing on, it's good for ol souls such as ours...
Thank you Brighid. I shall have to sing the whole trip then for I am nervous.
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