We don’t have any neighbours for maybe half a mile or so in each direction. Just open fields and more wildlife than you can shake a stick at. So imagine my surprise when I found someone lurking around having what he told me was a leisurely stroll in the field next to our house. Me:Continue reading “My Husband. The Raving Loony with the Beard and a Hammer”
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