I want a three-ton nose job

I was idly searching the web for Stonehead-type images when I discovered what absolutely has to be my theme tune.

It’s called Easter Island Head (MP3) and is by Throat Culture.

Oh, and the lyrics go:

I am a man with an ordinary head.
I am a man with a typical life.
I am a man with an ordinary job.
I am a man with a typical wife

I saw a postcard.
It was mailed out to me.
It had a picture of
How I want my life to be.

Another satisfying day

We’ve just come in from another day spent working largely outside.

We did the usual chores early - feeding and watering the pigs, feeding and watering the chickens, checking the electric fence - before having our usual Sunday breakfast of pancakes.

Then the boys had a play outside while I took down one of our coat racks that was coming loose. It turned out that the specialist plastic plasterboard plugs were pulling through the plasterboard.

Whose water is it?

I’ve had emails from people on the coast, both in Moray and in Angus, asking if rain had fallen here as they’d had showers over night.

Unfortunately, we have nothing to report except light dew this morning and that makes it 38 days without rain.

I’ll have to do another water run on Monday morning as the level in the water butts is falling again, but I suspect I’m going to fall foul of the Scottish Water inspectors at some point.