Barnstormin'

With only three days to go the best way to keep your mind off impending brain surgery is to do something different like, say, pulling down a barn. And who better to carry out this deed than our intrepid barnstormin' gang of Fif, Han, Scott, Tim, Gwen, Ang, Myf, Llion, Sharon and Del, managed of course by Dad. The barn has been cleared of its relics and rubbish ready for a new one to go up to store tractor, lawnmower and all manner of things garden. I did the catering, a most important role indeed, and moved a few plant pots before sleep overtook and overwhelmed me.

The puppy pair were pleased to see cousin Sam again and a jolly canine time was had by all until Sam pierced his palate on a hedgehog. The hedgehog was fine and Sam has recovered. Morris and Holly had their first foray into education this weekend. H and I took them to doggy school. They were easily the smallest pups on the block but mingled effortlessly with dalmations, alsations, labradoodles and bulldogs. They're not quite graduation material yet; we'll persevere.

Spent the evening catching up on X-Factor whilst Fif took a lonely drive to Basildon where she has a meeting at the crack of sparrows. She'll be back tomorrow but probably not in time to come with me to Chester for my Who Wants To Be A Millionaire audition......I'll see if I'm good enough before querying the brain surgery thing.