Two messy chores.

There was a dramatic thunderstorm here last night. It was rather spectacular and I was hoping that the rain may have encouraged the large mound of soil (actually three tones in the end) on our front drive to relocate to the back, down hill all the way. However this morning it was still there (bad luck) and ready for shifting.

It took most of the morning and my right (shoveling) arm now has double the biceps of yesterday! I could do with shoveling another three tones now, in a left handed way, just to even myself up a bit! Small Sprog and Tall Girl helped (with out making a fuss, which was strange) and after a while enlisted the nit children's help. The nit children brought rakes and shovels and another large barrow (and a small green plastic one which held roughly a tablespoon full!) which helped tremendously! The nit children are good at hard work, I was amazed how much they did before they got fed up with it!! The postman commented about slave labour and the neighbour (who timed it just right) arrived back from the supermarket just to see the last barrow full disappear down the drive!

The soil has done its job, which was to fill in a gaping hole at the bottom (why did it have to be right at the bottom?) of the garden. The previous owner had laid a concrete path down the whole of the right side of the garden, when he lived here. Husband dug it up about 6 years ago (his projects are renown for developing over extremely long periods of time!). There was a shed load of hardcore underneath the path so, after it had been dug out, we were left with more hole than garden in one corner. For a long time now (roughly 2 years) Husband has been about to order the soil! We didn't need three tones in hindsight! However he assures me it will settle and he now has plans to level other parts of the garden too. Hmmm, we may be here for some time to come. The greenhouse is still being eagerly awaited, but only by him!

Other urgent jobs over the last 24 hours have been de -pooing the rabbits bottom. Yes, oh the joys of pet keeping! Yesterday evening I discovered that Archer has given up on his personal hygiene and decided to opt for the saloon instead. He needed a Brazilian in fact! Poo all around his tail, yuck. So Husband and I braced ourselves for the full horror to come. We filled an old basin with water and tried to soak it off. He was such a good rabbit! I think he was petrified but at least he kept still. However after a long soak it was still stuck like.. well like what it actually was! So next we got out the scissors. I held him and husband began to cut away at the clump of immovable poo. We were using the best bathroom scissors and I made a mental note to sterilise them as soon as possible, particularly as husband uses them to trim his most handsome moustache!!

Bits of the clump of poo (you do have a strong stomach don't you?!) came away but it was so matted in close to his skin that I have booked him in to the vets to have it shaved off. It will probably cost me more than a full waxing but his life may depend upon it.

Husband had a dream last night that he was trimming his moustache. He dreamt that as he was doing it there was lots of fluff growing underneath his own hair, lots of, what looked like, bunny fluff!!

Now what did I do with those bathroom scissors?!