Digging, moving stone, clearing branches, heaving timber, filling cracks and gaps in the kitchen and upstairs...not particularly interesting to read.
Mickael almost ran over this little ball of spikes, so he plonked it in our front garden. I left it all coiled up to go inside for the camera and when I got back it had gone.
Some time later I caught it inspecting my work.
It'll go to bed tonight not knowing his twinkly little eyes are flashing around the world.
Question...If I put an English and a French HH together, would they understand each other?