wake-up from your son (& are actually counting on it), he sleeps in till 8am – as do we. So waking up late we get ourselves together and into the car for ‘the midlands BIGGEST car boot’. On arriving at ‘the midlands BIGGEST car boot’, we discover that the organisers/advertisers may have been suffering sun-stroke/alcohol withdrawal/water deprivation/a decent education as a slow saunter up and down four rows of table tops in about half an hour left us a little disappointed. We got back in the car and decided to drive to the Featherstone car boot that was not advertised, possibly because the organisers of this one are not on an ego trip; they know it’s big. It’s so big that giving it one small column inch of advertising would be shameful, so possibly if they can’t do it justice, they just don’t do it…they don’t need to. It’s ruddy massive. At this car boot there were more teapots than people who knew how to use them. Phoenix and I perused the long rows of tables, not really looking for anything – there was no agenda just the need to point out any overpriced items, spot china and see how many flan dishes we could count. Somehow at the end of this good few hours perusing and inspecting I came away with a gorgeous little egg coddler I spotted towards the end of our little exploration. I shall be washing that and popping it with my other 3. Phoenix managed to get himself a new lap-top, as his V-tech is now no longer switching on, and it’s certainly nothing to do with the batteries; more his need to impersonate the hulk when using it and thumping down hard with the monkey fists. Adam bagged (after shockingly gentle persuasion from myself) a full set of encyclopaedias, London Mackenzie 1880; beautiful they are, with that scent you can only get from an old, musty book. I also came away with a chicken printed door mat, one that is so nice it was possibly pointless buying as you’re going to want to step over it with your muddy shoes, rather than wipe them on it. Ridiculous I know. There was so much to see at this boot sale that, to be honest, by the time we had finally made our way down to the bottom of the rows of tables, then looked across to the other field to discover even more, we both just sighed. Looking at Phoenix, we knew he would not make the final leg, or he would be we used him as a poor excuse for out of shape, tired grown-ups to make our way back to the car and get home to stuff our weary faces. Fortunately I had taken advantage of some hideous offers at the supermarket on Friday and picked up a whole host of Indian snacks, so as soon as we got home (and I did a head count to check no chickens had fallen foul of the Ginger menace) we managed to have a little buffet choice to fight off any cannibalistic urges. I then got in the garden to plant out my strawberries and celery and get some more tomatoes in. I’ve had a good think on the chicken run and scrapped the idea. Instead I think just a gate (a tall gate) needs to be fitted to the arbour and then the girls can keep the top of the garden (grass is highly over rated anyway) and we keep the slabbed patio area as a more useable party place, with the loungers, planters and table – it’s a win-win situation really; no chicken poop where we BBQ and no mowing the lawn and weeding the top section. Sorted. Oh and I have my water pistol ready to shoot the cat should he make a move on one of my girls. Adam did want to ‘test’it as Ginger was sat on the window ledge, however I had to stop him. Should he have squirted the cat with the window wide open behind him, he’d have fallen out, possibly landed on a startled chicken and there would have been a rodeo show right in the back yard… that reminds me, the rabbits are still out. Great, now I have to run around the garden like an overweight Elmer Fudd. Two rabbits; why did we end up with two? just because they were ‘free to a good home’ didn’t mean it had to be this one. I must have been on a right animal liberation front rampage that day. Right, shoes, to the garden me hearties. I gots me some wascally wabbits to catch… and a slight embolism to encourage.