This might well be the first and last time that Tim and Gwen's three and Fiona's god-one come and stay at Boosh Barn. Boy have they worked hard! They have, quad-handedly, created a veritable palace for the chickens we're going out to get tomorrow. Both pigstys have been gutted, weeded, scrubbed and kitted out for the next batch of new arrivals to Boosh.
We allowed the chicken gang a little respite yesterday, though, as it was TomTom's birthday. He was home for the weekend and we all went out to lunch to celebrate his 22 years. On Sunday a group of his friends came over from Leeds in a post van (the latest must have for touring bands apparently). They barbied under the barn whilst the rain siled down outside then descended on our local.
Wired Earp rode into town today, having finally acknowledged that there are problems with our ablutions. He changed the rogue taps and all seems virtually sorted now, but I'm hedging my bets for a while yet.
1 comment:
Nice pictures. Young man and pup especially.
Are you going to change the name to Boosh FARM ?
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