Paternity and a Nice Hairstyle

Recovering from the Christmas festivities here and it's a pleasant surprise to be spending a bit of time with our peripatetic tom Feargall. He had disappeared for a couple of days a few times but over the holiday period he has taken to staying around the premises curling up in the hay and generally chillin' with his best friend Darcy.

Anyway today H, Housemate and I decided that , as the weather was fine, we would go for an exploring hack around the estate. Carly and Kavi were tacked up along with Housemate's energetic pensioner Gedenski. It was a lovely morning as we quietly jogged across the fields of beautiful South Salop.



Kavi showing his smart new clip

 Shortly after this we saw an unusual sight, there was a large cat with a shotgun in one paw and a sobbing,  clearly with kitten, tabby in the other saying "Just tell me where he lives , that's all ".' I wander what that was all about' Housemate said. It 's a mystery.

"If anyone asks, you ain't seen me ..OK "

As Housemate posted we're loving the new Great Expectations on the Beeb, I want to move to the Kent Marshes and live in the drive-thru forge, the one miles from anywhere. I want to listen to Miss Havisham's voice before saying "No Gillian that's not a mad voice,just a bloody irritating one" And who would have guessed that Magwitch was such a geezer.

That said we'll be riveted tonight to see if Pip gets any prettier, it's good to know that despite the grinding poverty of being a Victorian blacksmith's apprentice, he can still maintain an excellent manicure and an elegant coiffure.