Nae Ovine but Bovine

Finished the guttering, we were one union short but improvised with a downpipe. You will be punching the air on hearing this news. The mixer was deployed, but thankfully not for long.

The Current Mrs Creel arrived and made us some beetroot soup. She then started painting the weatherboard.

We had to interrupt the water supply to the kyes trough. Once we refilled their bath they were happy. I so wish I could put my tongue up my hooter. It's the last day the morn.