Hysteria. Twice.

Hysteria yesterday early morning. WOONN found the new chickens had each laid an egg. Squeaking, oohing, ahhing, dancing and jumping around, cooing and admiring. Hhmm.

They went for pre-lunch drinks and nibbles with ONN. (Naturally I wandered down the lane too. Sat just out of sight under the hedge where Myself could keep an eye on both the baby birds above and Them in the garden.) And were asked Their opinion on the over-grown garden. Suggestions were bandied to and fro, and most involved a fairly hefty amount of cutting back and digging up.

Late afternoon there was more hysteria from WOONN but of the distressed sort this time. Apparently ONN had taken it upon himself to prune a beautiful weeping salix: Cut a square window in the front. (Why??) His suggestion to her that they hang an ornate gilded picture frame on it and call it Modern Art was met with a scathing reply.