Sunday afternoon and Mum, bless her cottons, has just popped in with half a freshly baked banana cake, which (as I delicately nibbled on a lady-like sized slice) I noticed was stll warm from the oven and had the most perfecty sweet/tart lemon icing. Absolutely delicious! Thanks Mum!
It’s been a busy outdoorsy sort of day today due to yesterday’s weather consisting of one big solid raindrop. So, as well as doing a three hour stint of weeding, I (along with the Other Harf, Dad, Lil’Sis and Clive from down-the-road) helped Brunvinlaw move their massive six metre long bifold lounge doors from the garage to the Beige Barn, a journey of roughly 100 metres across the shingled driveway and down a small slope. There was a lot of huffing and puffing, a bit of swearing and a couple of foo-foo valves were almost busted, but we got it there eventually and there was much rejoicing.
After that I did a spot of cattle-rustling helping Dad and the OH move the beasties from the side paddock to the front paddock, a procedure made potentially dangerous by the fragility of the fences in the latter. Over the past six months or so the cows have pushed their way through it ooh, at least six times, frolicking in my garden and potholing the lawn, not to mention running for the hills, so I had to stand guard while the men quickly moved the mobile electric tape fence from one side of the property to the other to keep the pesky bovines confined.
Ha! But not for much longer; the whole of the fence lining our driveway is due to be replaced this coming week with a brand new creosoted three rail fence, courtesy of a really good bulk deal on wood at Bunnings and the handy-dandy carpentry skills of my husband and my father.
That’ll learn ‘em!