Category: Humour
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Oh dear
We had a good old fashioned farming day yesterday. Mama and Mia were shifted into the rat house paddock, separated from the lambs now for a good while. Mia has gone for company and Mama because that naughty Meadow is still stealing a drink every now and then and Mama needs to be in tip…
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Hush.. tread softly.. lest you tread on my words
Miss C is writing so keep it down! Yes, that means you!Be careful where you put your feet. My words are all over the place. I am gathering them up into something coherent today. This story was not that funny at the time but in retrospect, which is our only real perspective in life…
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Pigs love Milk
Beautiful Daughter, who you will remember is in Melbourne, still reads the Farmy pages every day. She was on the phone yesterday. Write more stories, she says. I said, it is summer here I don’t start the real writing until December 26. I cannot think of a single story in the summer. I am too…
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A Soap Opera without Soap or Opera
When I am at the hairdressers, which I have to admit is not often enough, they have a big TV showing soap operas. As I only see them once every two months or so it seems to me that they move about as fast as the farmy. The story line is easy to pick…
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There are limits…
There are limits to my span of attention. When the tea table conversation turned to trigonometry – my limits were reached (I am sorry but x is actually an x. I have no concept of it meaning anything other than x). I went into a coma, emerged and realised that I did not have time…
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