Since moving down to the farm, most of my posts have been fairly upbeat. Picking fruit, large vegetables, home baking (there really isn’t much going on here at the moment). I seem to be channeling my inner farmers wife, and the Country Boy is loving it (particularly the baking part).
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There is only one thing that mars this idyll…. rodents. On Monday night I could hear them scampering about, and there was a tapping sound somewhere too. At about 3.30am we heard the noise, and I sent Country Boy to investigate. He came back with nothing, but I made him escort me to the toilet, in case a rat was in my path (not sure what he was going to do about it, but I felt better having him there) as was part of our marriage vows (I promise to love, honour, and protect from creepy crawlies and rodents, for as long as we both shall live).
As you know, I am not really a country girl. The thought of creepy crawlies freaks me out. I just want them gone, but unfortunately they are not complying! I haven’t seen them yet (and I hope I never do), but I know they are there, lurking, waiting for me!
ha, Jo, I well remember your wedding but I certainly don't remember that phrase in country boy's response. And what may I ask would you have promised in return.
But i agree, nothing worse than mice or rats – even rather have chooks.
Well do I remember nights at the farm when I was young, if we were in a mouse plague I never could sleep! I would lie awake listening to the rustle of paper as mice scurried about in the corners of my bedroom. You never quite get used to it!