Farming Wednesday - The Hay Wain

My lovely Mr Farmer likes to see the pictures I take on his farm. He doesn't always 'get' them. And is quite blunt in telling me. I like that about him a lot.

Today I couldn't find the mop anywhere. He was in the office working and when I asked where it might be, he offered to call his wife for me. "That would be helpful" I answered in a jolly, yet efficiently crisp tone.

I got the barely giggle-suppressed reply "She says it's behind the sofa - where you left it. Last week."

One of the very best things about my life now is that I'll not ever, ever, ever be able to get fanciful ideas above my station ;)

And then this afternoon the boys and I mucked their room out. It was a big job requiring all the motivational and team-building skills I could dig up from my distant past. With a hefty dose of Mum fear-factor thrown in. I rewarded us with tea out. And wine for me.

JUST like the old days!

Apologies to Constable, not least because this is straw, not hay...