The bloke has been improving our home by replacing some of our old verandah posts.
The trouble is, now all that lifting has injured his back and he is spending a lot of time lying flat out to ease the pain.
It's hard to see him hurting so much and the physio and meds aren't really helping a lot.
It's my job to help him with his socks each morning....it's the least I could do.
Meanwhile we've had some lovely rain which has helped everything grow including the tree that overhangs our chimney. This means we couldn't light the fire until someone climbed onto the roof to remove that branch.
Now with the injured bloke who doesn't like being high and
me who likes climbing but is way too short.... we finally got the job done.
Our neighbour did offer to take photos for us as we struggled with ladders, ropes and hack saws.
Further down the backyard the ducks are enjoying the freedom of the chook run and their duck run
because yesterday our last chook was eaten by a fox.
I hope Mr Foxy shared the dinner with his family, Mrs Henny was a lovely fat girl who laid us lots of eggs.
Her pretty feathers are now blowing around the paddock. They showed up well on the greeness of it.
We also have a dead rat in the ceiling this week....it smells really bad and I've tried but I can't think of one good thing to say about that.
Maybe things will be better next week.