Wednesday 3 June 2009



It' been chaotic here, I know, I always say that, but so much has happened and time is whizzing by like a whizzy thing. We've had the Ball (more about that another time), I had lunch with Potty Mummy and Dulwich Mum....now why are people becoming obsessed with my footwear, Potty Mummy looked straight at my feet and said "Crikey I thought you had your wellies on there for a minute!"
Yes, hmm, Thanks for that. People, for the record, I do like colourful shoes.

Firstly, belatedly:
Thanks so much to Rebel Mother and Katherine for the lovely award, it's always a real boost to ones' ego and jolly nice to have some new artwork to display around the Blog!

Now just a few things today really, things that can only be heard or seen at camp frog (surely?).
Me: "Do you think the pigs would like this garlic?"
Teenager: "OHMYGOD!! Mum! You're so embarrassing!"

Me: "Darling Husband, have you ever seen your cowy-things licking a pig?"
Darling Husband (eyes rolling): "pfft...tut......OHMYGOD!!"
His eyes roamed to where I pointed, there next to the fence, on the lawn, was a very free range saddleback pig lying on it's side. Three or four bullocks had their heads shoved through the fence licking the pig all over his head, ears, nose and big fat tummy, and the pig was just loving it!

Neighbour on the phone: "Hello Mrs Frog, would you please tell Darling Husband that I have visitors in the field below the house (cattle), they arrived at 6.30 this morning. They roared down the lane, charged round and round the garden and cleared two fences before settling down to eat grass."

Me: " I'm so sorry, I'll send him over as soon as he's finished playing on his John Deere"

Neighbour on the phone: "Hello Mrs Frog, would you please tell Darling Husband that I have five more visitors in the field below the house (cattle).

Me: " I'm so sorry, he'll be over just as soon as he's finished playing on his John Deere"

Neighbour on the phone: "Hello Mrs Frog, would you please tell Darling Husband that actually the five extra visitors in the field below the house (cattle) are in fact mine, I didn't recognise them."

Me: "snigger"