Today's farm chores felt very Monty Python-esque.
Yeah. Like that. No one's ever happy, no matter how much *&%? you get on your boots! Crabby cow, crabby chickens... I wonder what they'd do if I didn't show up?
Today will be lunch with the Grandmas, shopping, shopping, shopping, and Great-Grandma has an appointment with her doctor. I hope I can hire a good chef for tonight, otherwise it may be that Scottish place...
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