Lois enjoys eating at first light and settling for a sleep when she has a nice tummyful. And as the mornings are drawing in she is still chomping away as Mum goes to see her. Why do mornings draw in? And curtains get drawn when they are closed. To become darker I suppose. And what of drawers? What are they? We have heard Mum mention that she has left them on the line and they will get wet if it rains. Ron googled Drawers and it said that the first ones were baggy, laced and reached to the ankles but in 1812 pantaloons became all the rage. This could explain a lot. Gordon and Sylvia xxx
Who left the light on? We have a Lamp Post in the middle of our yard and Dad has taken to switching the light on this week. It is only just getting a bit light as he arrives and the Robin that roosts in the top has an early wake up call. Having said that, Robin is always the last one to bed and the first one up in the mornings. We thought that Dad had left the light on last week as the moon was so bright. Harvest was able to read her Library Book well into Lois having an early breakfast the small hours. Mum likes sending Dad up the ladder to clean the Lamp Post every so often. He hates this job, we think, as Mum has to shout encouragement as he wobbles towards the light. She pretends to hold the ladder steady, but we've seen her swing around and admonish the Bossy Rosecomb unbeknown to Dad.
Lois enjoys eating at first light and settling for a sleep when she has a nice tummyful. And as the mornings are drawing in she is still chomping away as Mum goes to see her. Why do mornings draw in? And curtains get drawn when they are closed. To become darker I suppose. And what of drawers? What are they? We have heard Mum mention that she has left them on the line and they will get wet if it rains. Ron googled Drawers and it said that the first ones were baggy, laced and reached to the ankles but in 1812 pantaloons became all the rage. This could explain a lot. Gordon and Sylvia xxx Comments are closed.
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About UsHello! My name is Gordon and I am a Gold Sebright and my best friend is Sylvia. She is a Silver Sebright. We live with our foster parents on a small farm in the country. We thought that we would put our take on life and what we get up to through the year into a diary for you. All the characters are real and the events are a true record, interpreted with a modicum of poetic licence. We hope you enjoy it. Love Gordon and Sylvia Archives
December 2018
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