This weekend if I wasn't sleeping or eating, I had a drink in my hand. An alcoholic drink. Unhealthy? Yes. Bad. Never. Yesterday we got up early, went for a walk around our house now the snow had cleared. Saw new lambs, some calfs, were followed by a pig and her piglet, scared off a mummy rabbit and her bunnies (ha!) and then went home and baked bread. Wasn't I little miss housewife?! I started baking bread at around 1pm, that was also my first glass of wine, and the wine continued until I went to bed at 9.30pm. I wasn't drunk, just a nice level of happy enough to get through the day.
Then I was woken at 4am by two absolutely crazy cats chasing eachother around the house. Fluffy cats + wooden floors + ornaments = A very long and tiring day.
Yawn
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