Chicken house finished

Finally, over budget, over time, over size it is complete luxury accommodation for four lucky hens is finished. It doesn't look too bad from the distance but no matter what I make, no matter how carefully I cut and measure it all goes wonky, I can't even blame the children who helped me it is down to me and lack of the DIY gene.

We were going to get some ex-battery hens so they could live out the lives in comfort but they are quite difficult to get hold of and I didn't want to confront any defensive factory egg producers. The other reason was that because we have never had hens before new healthy ones would be easier to learn with. I must confess growing up we never had pets except for some fish who always died.

The pictures are the front of the Henhouse Hilton and the big chicken inside is Emily, Cameron was also in but he has reverted to poohing himself so he was removed and put (after a quick change) into his bedroom.


We are going to get the hens on Friday.

Raspberry Ivory

We have had this one for 2 summers and the we have had only a few rather small berries so far.

Mad dash to the toilet

We think Cameron is having problems knowing when to go the toilet. He will say pooh so we take him and when we get there he can't go. This is becoming a great inconvenience because he is doing it in the middle of the supermarket so I have to abandon the groceries grab him and Emily and get him to the loo. Today we went out to Napier , Teresa took the children to buy underwear and I caught up with them to have a coffee after meeting clients. As soon as we were not near a toilet Cameron wanted to go aagh!!!! (I was saying something else in my head). Luckily for me I have a sixth sense, intuition about the location of toilets or maybe it was growing up with a dad who was cursed with a weak bladder and we were constantly on the lookout for lavatories for him. He was even given a fake toilet inspectors card one year as a present. Anyway for whatever the reason I always seem to make a note of where the nearest loo is and today was no exception, with no hesitation or thought for personal safety I slung Cameron over my shoulder and make the mercy dash. We arrive only to see some woman dive in before us, we wait what seemed like an eternity. I was relieved when the woman came out, I whipped Cameron's thunderpants off, threw him on the loo and ... he couldn't go.

Raspberry Ebony

I must come clean on this one. We have had this in the ground for 2 summers now and we have yet to see any sign of fruit. But we live in hope.

Chicken house not quite finished

Almost not quite had to do more work on the floor than I wanted to. Didn't have one piece of wood large enough so had to cobble 3 pieces together.
Yesterday spent the morning with a client talking though designs and then onto the accountants.
This morning seeing a representive from Awuahawks about organising their content this is rearranged from yesterday.

Good 1200m swim last night giving myself thinking time between each length. The search for the perfect lap/length of the pool continues. Working on keeping head down a bit more with eyes almost looking back seems to really bring the legs up making kicking better and more effective. I finished with 4x25m swimming 'harder' (this is a relative term because you can't swim hard in fistgloves you have to swim with finesse) more thrust with hand entry = stronger kicking =faster swimming.