I dispatched a sheep yesterday in antisipation of your arrival. I strung it up, then left she who must be obeyed to skn and clean, I will do the hard part dividing it into cuts of meat, but if you lot arrive we will spit roast it.
She who must be is not well this morning. I made her a coffee and alI she could manage is a grunt. No thankyou, not even a smile. I ambled outside to Stella she gave me that i'm outa here look. The sun is shining, no wind, I'm going fishing, never know, we may have fish with the spit roast, or for breakfast.