It might actually be my favourite time of year. The sneezing is passed and I always lose weight in the summer. We can keep the doors and windows open. Fruit comes into season and is not only dee-lish, it costs less too! There are flowers and vegetables in the garden. All is right with the world. When the weather is nice, this place is paradise! We're not the only ones that know this. The summer people have arrived. Up here in the north, there are loads of holiday caravans and cottages. This time of year, the get booked up with people from The South. They're clogging the supermarkets and grizzling because their favourite brand of olive oil isn't on the shelves and they can't find that anywhere sells sun-dried tomatoes. So they stock up on white bread and ice cream and go give our community it's summer injection of cash. We're having a barbeque tonight. George is in charge of getting the coals ready. I'm in charge of everything else and H is working away on the extension. This is The Man of the Place beavering away while I cook dinner and take photos. Please note the new plaster in our extension. It was put on the walls while we were away. Now we can start to think about paint colours. The colour that is second from the right is the current favourite. The third from the left seemed nice, but is almost the same colour as the plaster!
George came with me on the trip to the supermarket this afternoon after work. Its funny how I always spend a bit more when I take a boy with me. Marshmallows seem to feature into the reason for the increased amount at the check out.
The chickens are moulting now. Moulting - sounds a lot like moulding. It makes them look a bit unkempt. The new feathers are great though. They're shiny and un-sunbleached like the old feathers are. I'm just glad that the chickens are going through this NOW. They were always late moulters before. Maybe they'll finish their moult and go back to laying more eggs. They slow down or stop laying when they are in the business of growing new feathers.