The Garden Party

Staurday started off quite busily, with over 40 bales made before 11am. Ben was my helper.

We had finished in no time, and he took it upon himself to jump on a bale and pose for pictures.

In the afternoon, it was still dry and sunny, so I thought a garden party would be fun. I gathered some toys from inside and took them into the garden. At the party were...

Jack:

Ben:

Sheila:

And Pip:

It was just another day at the office for Ben, who once again, made Sheila angry.

But I suppose if someone was persistently nibbling at your neck, you'd be angry too.

Jack did his usual thing of playing with a ball on his own.

Sheila would sometimes steal the ball off him, but he was too scared of her to fight back, so he'd have to go and find some other thing to play with.

Help! I'm toyless!

During his breaks from nibbling Sheila's neck, Ben played with a squeaky hedgehog.

While I was sitting on the grass, I felt some wetness on my leg. As the dogs were playing around my legs, I thought it was just drool. But then I felt it on my hands, and face. It was raining! Noooooo! I picked myself up and ran into the shelter of the garage, but now the rain was getting heavier. I asked the dogs to come in, but Jack didn't want to, so they all ran outside again.

I went into the kitchen and looked out the window - and this is what I saw...

I think they wanted in.