On Henpecked Husbands

There was a funny doinking noise all day yesterday and we discovered later on that it was a neighbour doinking his fenceposts with a fencepost doinker.  We think that 'She-who-must-be-obeyed' (i.e. Mrs Angry - see previous post) made her husband doink the fenceposts all day as a form of punishment for something.  Maybe he didn't finish his household chores or forgot to do the ironing, feed the chickens, clean behind the fridge, kick the cat, or whatever.  We could picture the scene:- "Get out there and doink those fenceposts and don't come back in until 5pm...and then you can come in and clean the house from top to bottom and make the dinner and then clean up afterwards....and no, you CANNOT go to the pub for a pint."  He wasn't even allowed to come in for a cup of tea and a rest. 

We saw poor old Dave heading back to the house after his day of doinking the fenceposts, his arms had stretched and were down to his knees and his head was down, knowing that he was due for another verbal battering as soon as he got in. 

When we got up this morning, Dave was doinking the posts again.  He must be in more trouble.  If he's not careful, she'll be doinking his head with the fencepost doinker.

Have a doinking good weekend, mes amis!

On Making it Through the Rain

Well, we made it throught the rain and have had our first hot and sunny weekend for...I don't know how long.  Roberto is in cave man mode and is polishing up the barbie as we speak, ready to do his Jamie Oliver spare ribs.  Also, now that the sun is shining, Roberto is starting to do my head in again about his solar power.  Don't get me wrong, I love that we have free hot water but honestly, I don't need to know about the inner workings of the solar roof panels.  Just too much information.  I am feeling a big glazed already. 

Our neighbours asked the other day if they could put up a swing on a bit of our land, which is adjacent to their garden, for their little boy who is three years old.  We told them that would be okay but I've just looked over and there's now a bouncy castle, a tent and a bunch of kids running around squawking.  Is it just me, or do you think that's a bit cheeky of them?  Folks eh?  Give 'em an inch....

...and the good news is, it's St Swithin's day....and the sun is shining - Yippeeee!!

So we are just having a nice quiet Sunday.  Hope yours is good too. 

Squawk soon, mes amis.