eggs from pat

Started to block up the tree I dropped yesterday before work but the rain was relentless, in fact on the mile long walk to work I had only got halfway along the Keil straight when Cammy, who works beside me, appeared in his pick up to give me a lift. We spent the day in the shelter of a poly tunnel re-potting roddys in preparation for sale at the market next Thurs. Blocked a lot of the tree after work and had to send the kids up to Pat's on the scrounge for eggs from her hens as we are totally skint today. Burnt loads of the wee branches in a big fat gypsy fire which brought the neighbours out with stuff they wanted shot of. We all agreed that life in Britain might not be brilliant but at least we don't have some loony in a brown dressing gown running the country and getting mercenaries in to shoot us with anti-aircraft guns