A farmers toast!

Let the wealthy and great, Roll in splendour and state, I envy them not i declare it, I eat my own lamb, My chickens and ham, I shear my own fleece and i wear it, I have lawns,I have bowers, I have fruits,I have flowers, The lark is my morning alarmer, So joyful boy's now, Here's god speed the plough, Long life and success to the farmer!!

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

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  1. MillaFebruary 28, 2008 at 11:53 AM

    Hi, could you but see through the doors behind Lolly's head, you would spot about 800 boxes of *rap and 3 sofas; if you could glance to Lolly's left you would see a jumble of rubbish and some stepladders. Doors to left and right behind her are the back porch, a mess of tools, and the utility room, too shuddersome to contemplate. To her right are 2 sofas piled high on each other. Above her head is a boy's room: nuff said. The sitting room is something a squatter would turn his or her nose up at and don't get me started on the hall, stairs or landing. But I am a photographer's daughter and know to simplify a photograph. So I squatted down low and got close and kept at bay the squalor of our house. AND dream kitchen boasted about in Day in Life thing is a nightmare of piles and piles of STUFF. Am wondering if not when it will ever all be done. ANd if you don't know WHAT I'm going on about, I'm responding to your comment on my yesterday blog!

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  2. bodran...February 28, 2008 at 8:30 PM

    Milla i'm soooo glad you havent let down the side xx

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