Write a four line poem about: things that go bump in the night.
We took a good chunk out of the work that needs to be done in the new strawberry patch this morning. Not quite as much as we'd hoped for, due to a variety of reasons (including Max sleeping in and Max wanting Kat to be with him for most of the morning and Rebecca's new puppy needing attention), but we're getting there.
This afternoon we went for lunch at the winery that Rebecca's working at, along with Kat's brother and his family. With the staff discount provided by Rebecca being at our table it was a pretty great deal for some yummy food with a lovely view.
Tomorrow is a little up in the air at the moment. If there's no post here on the blog then we've gone camping and we'll be back on Monday. If we get rained out... expect a post as usual.
It's calm and quiet now,
Time to get some sleep.
Then I hear something thump
And can't help but shriek!