|When you're on holidays and you need your hair|
done and you conveniently brought Mum along.
|The guests battled over goose eggs for breakfast.|
|On Day 10, Polly takes her twins out onto the front lawn so they|
can stretch their legs. They are soon racing about.
|Expert stock-man training. Danielle learns to lean professionally|
on the fence and watch the sheep.
|The girls hit the local fund-raising pub quiz. They came 3rd, only|
3 points down on the winning table.
If Danielle gets exactly the breakfast she desires (e.g. dippy goose eggs) she sighs out a contented "5 stars on Trip Advisor!" If we 'fail' in some way she gives us a twinkly eye'd dark accusing look and mutters (I promise jokingly) "1 star on Trip Advisor.... just saying...". All good clean fun; we are not even on Trip Advisor (as far as we know!)
|Dippy Goose Eggs. The stuff of 5-star write-ups|
on Trip Advisor?
|The Parma-style ham is nearly all gone.|
|The first lamb's tiny front hooves appear at the 'exit'|
|A (black) head emerges, bundled in membranes, and some |
(paler) woolly neck.
|First born (ram) gets expertly licked clean.|
|The new twins. Rosie only wanted the one, thank you very much|