After writing about quiche and rejection when you may have been expecting more Shaun the Sheep, I thought I’d better make a bit more effort and get some more photos on.
I’m just not sure what to write. It’s going to have to be entertaining to make up for the fact that Shaun is not that interesting to everyone, but there’s a limit to the magic you can weave when all you have to report is some heavyweight procrastination and a call to the doctor so I can give more blood. I would have thought they had enough to build a fill size model of me by now, but it seems they still need more.
We have had a large meal of quiche and salad and Julia is currently doing her normal evening thing of flitting in and out and doing various odd jobs which, in her mind are vital to the smooth running of our lives.
All our married life I have tried to get her to accept three things, which she seems unable to do.
I will only mention one, as discussing wives in blogs is not a recipe for a relaxed evening. She has never been able to grasp that planting things in pots is just making work. God gave us flower beds and that’s where we should plant stuff. The rain will water it, the roots will seek the moisture out and if it dies you replace it with something more drought-resistant. You don’t stick it in a pot and spend two hours watering every night. IF you have a small space or a balcony, then you use pots – but half a dozen pots on a balcony is not hard work.
And so, more Shaun. When I am more relaxed I will revisit this, but for now, here are more photographs.






