14 Sleeps To Go!

Hello All
I made 1300 sausages on Wednesday, give or take the odd one or two. Which is about the same amount as I made the previous week, so I hope there is as good a turnout at the Duras Christmas market, as there was at Manoir de Longeveau, or else I know what we will be eating during January and possibly most of February and March. I have decided that my Pilates classes should be on the books for the business probably as repairs and maintenance deductable against the depreciation of the wear and tear on my body over the next few.
Hmm do you think the accountant will go for that?

Here are some pics of Skipety from this week being annoying and not wanting to stand still for photos and then realising that there were no snacks on offer,disappearing off to contentedly munch on some grass instead. He doesn't seem to suffer from too much wear and tear. It is the life being a ram.

Talking of living the life of Riley, Marmite, left, has just returned from a brief holiday in Tocane with some new ladies and arrived home yesterday, having completed his task, following the inevitable phone call from the owner of the new ladies saying, gosh he can really jump quite high. She did love him to bits whilst he was there and I suspect he might push his luck a bit in his first few days back with a bit of steeplechasing around the farm.

One last photo because I think it is such an epic error of photography technique.
Radioactive sheep? Either that or they have been washed in Daz. I didn't know that sun could be that bright in December in Europe.
See you all soon
Helen