I have had a bad eye this week - it is now half open again. Mum asked me what on earth I had done and withour naming names I pointed accusingly at the Bossy Rosecomb. Mum scooped me up and kissed me on the head and to be frank - although I am Gordon - I think I preferred the squinty look to the indignity of the kiss. Most embarrassing.
It has been a week of hard work - well for Mum and Dad - they have mended doors and gates and cut up fallen trees and cleared ditches and still found time to go and earn some money for our food. Dad has had a cold. He arrived one morning sporting a flowery toilet roll - most incongruent with his steel toe-capped workboots. The cockerels and pullets are having to work hard at school too and they seem to have quite a lot of homework. I must admit to quite enjoy helping with it at teatime although Ron and his IT coursework does leave me a bit flummoxed.