tonight matthew i'm going to be leigh bowery
thinking about changing this one's middle name from 'dizney' to 'trouble in waiting'
all photos: mrs.perou
btw. z's middle name 'dizney' is a very old ancestral name: it's got nothing to do with 'walt'.
unlike maximum's middle name 'britney' which has everything to do with ms.spears
rotten
i have perfected the art of wasp traps.
the perfect solution which sucks in all passing wasps then kills them slowly, utilises mulberry jelly and a bastardised 2lt water bottle.
max came over to top the grass with the massey.
i had to explain to maximum that hiding in long grass, in a field where someone is using a tractor to cut the long grass is VERY very dangerous.
and in other news...
i'd been lying in the hammock for some minutes, after another session removing rotten attic floorboards.
thought i should sit up and maybe join the kiddas in the pool.
was sitting there for a minute before the rotten 4x4" beam on one side of the hammock snapped under 13 stone of tension and sucker punched me in the head.
thought i was in serious trouble.
i now have a large egg on my head despite half an hour of special time with a bag of frozen peas.
would have been funny if it didn't hurt so much.
sadly the egg isn't photogenic enough to make an appearance here.
shame i wasn't being videoed at the time.
just as well it didn't happen when i was lying in the hammock: i'd have landed bad.
and just as well it didn't happen when a kidda was in it.
should have got the hollywood swing in the garden center this morning which mrs.perou wouldn't let me buy.
as i was laying on the floor when mrs.perou ran over to see if i was alright i asked her: 'can we get the hollywood swing now?'
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