Sitting outside on this beautiful Monday morning,  slightly over hung by sleep, drinking my coffee and minding my own business, I got hit by  something, looking around I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary and carried on with my drink.  Again something hit me and then I saw it, the black squirrel was perched up in my walnut tree throwing skins down at me, cheeky little devil, I was almost tempted to throw them back in what could be considered a childish moment but then reigned myself in, after all this was just a squirrel going about his day stealing nuts when and wherever he could find them.

Prince Giacomo deigned to return over the weekend and is now chained until we can work out where he got out in the first place.  Princess Dolly had a few words to say to him, he didn’t like it much and tried to skulk off.   Silly old fool couldn’t get back in the same way and sat outside the gates whining to be let in and of course offered no explanation as to where he had been, mind you the marks on his nose would suggest that a fight had taken place somewhere on his travels.  I am of course pleased for his return, it means that his Lordship has come out of his funk, thank the lord, I couldn't take much more of the hang dog expression he's been wearing of late.

Went into work this morning but not much happening on that front, the secretary was in some kind of strop, when I said good morning and asked if everything was ok, all I got back was a grunt.  May be she was hungry, so the next time I go in I will be more thoughtful, I will take some buns in to throw them at her.   Big boss man will be back from his holiday this week, this could be fun, I suspect he thinks I have conquered the UK market and have made his fortune so that he can retire.  Dream on J I’m good at my work but I don’t work miracles.

The Farone were let out of prison today, now you would think, having been incarcerated since they got here that they would be over excited and all unnecessary at being given their freedom, but no, they couldn't have been more miserable, dragging their heels  un like the hens who bombarded past.. Note to self Farone are extremely sensitive birds and are prone to become institutionalised within days.

So as I am sitting here typing this I can hear one of the chickens making a right old racket, I shouted out to his lordship “what on earth are you doing to that poor chicken?”   I could hear him chuckling to himself as he walked up the garden towards me (so reminded me of my dad) and the chicken was still giving it some.  Turns out it was the chicken attacking him, silly old fool tried to collect the egg she was sitting on and she went off at him full throttle...is this a sign that the cockerel may of done  his job?  Bit late in the year for babies I would of thought, perhaps she is just feeling broody.

This afternoon my mobile kept ringing; I don’t normally answer it, as let’s face it, who, is going to be contacting me out here.  Anyway never being one to successfully ignore a squealing phone I gave in, it was some strange Italian man waffling on (probably waving his arms around at the same time) and as the signal kept dropping I hung up on him.  Three more calls and I took the phone down the garden to his lordship, I am so glad I did, it was a courier saying he had a parcel for me. Yay my slow cooker has just arrived, I can envisage all sorts of crap going into and coming out of thatJ