Brain won't function.
Yesterday, I was a domestic goddess zombie. More like a farmer's wife, I suppose. (I'm not saying that this requires no brain, but that the brain patterns are set in my mind so it's possible to work on automatic pilot.)
Riding Alfie in torrential rain.
By David Burliuk |
Washing.
Ironing.
Cleaning tack.
Making citronella fly-spray for the horses.
Baking courgette cake and cheese scones.
Arranging to see a second-hand chicken coop...
(Yes, today my chicken quest is one step closer.)
The end of jet lag seemingly ISN'T
Make the most of it, domesticity.
(Yes, today my chicken quest is one step closer.)
By Matt Sesow |
Make the most of it, domesticity.
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