Mad Irene gave us a fright yesterday evening by jumping onto the barbecue! Luckily she landed on the rim of the bowl ..............
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| Our barbecue |
........ which only gets slightly warm, and didn’t try to join the lamb steaks which were cooking nicely in the middle.
She’d seen me bring a dish of lovely, home-grown new potatoes down to the garden and had already done a spectacular bounce to try to get at them. When I sat down, she jumped on my lap to see if I’d got them up my T-shirt. When that failed, she thought she’d look on the barbecue to see if I’d hidden them there.
It’s no wonder I’m going grey!
1 comment:
oh goodness what a worry these mad chooks are eh
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