Waiting for my date

I'm anxiously passing the time while waiting for my date - with a man in uniform! Oh, it's so long since I had a Saturday night date *grin*. The facts of the matter are that we were driving home the other day having delivered some tins of Easter dog and cat food to a local shelter, when some mad boy racer took offence at the fact that I was not willing to risk my life and the children's by pulling out at a junction when traffic was approaching. He went berserk - blowing the horn, waving his fists and shouting out of the window - so much so that I called the Police and they are coming to talk to me about it this evening.

What a lovely day it has been today. We've had so much fun in the sun.

The owl and the pussy cat went to sea, in a beautiful pea green boat...(black and white picture, doh!)....

 

Casually fashioned obstacle courses.

 

Variations on hop scotch and other deck chalk games.

 

By late afternoon we'd soaked up as many rays as we wanted for today and headed to the pool. I am now convinced that underneath my excesses I have a six pack and buns of steel. They're in there somewhere I'm sure!

Sadly, Henrietta, our White Sussex who has been with us since we first got hens, left this place yesterday. She was tired. Too tired to enjoy life. We'll miss her feisty nature. She remained top of the pecking order till the last. Bless her.

Off to watch out of the window and await my man in uniform!