New arrivals

Yesterday was another STEAMINGly hot day. We have been promoted to weed pullers in the vegetable patch because there has been an arrival of an American couple. Aged 28, married, photographers. They have taken over the lavender weeding, and it's a nice, well-earned break. They took a nice polaroid of us in our work gear looking standard, but we love it because it really captures the day. YAR YAR YAR MMM YAR

There is a bed and breakfast next to the farmhouse which is pretty constantly occupied (it's fresh inside) and recently there was a northern woman staying on a 'zen weekend' and she came to dinner with us one night. It was super jokes because at the first question anyone asked her, like "So what do you do" or something simililarly basic, she answered with the biggest tale of woe ever known to man.

"I have two twin daughters, and my partner doesnt love me and Ive been crying myself to sleep every night for the last two weeks and nothing can placate me" etc. HEAVY shit and we were like heh ok... and then our hosts, Cory and Bob kept a thousand litres of wine flowing into everyones glasses and we had a 4 course meal, including CHEESE course after mains. It was massive, and really tasty.

Me and Sam have consequently been having LOADS of jokes recently about her (its not harsh) and certain characters from eastenders. GUS the street cleaner, and Trevor, the scottish anger problem. We cant help but talk in an array of voices whilst we are weeding and we sort of think we are delerious and going a bit mad, but its fine haha I was in a proper state of uncontrollable giggles today. Sam was being mad as a hatter.

We painted some garden furniture also yesterday which was a really nice task to do, in the shade of the willow tree but Sam was not happy because we were using metal paint, which was a pale lavender colour, onto a white base, but he was getting well stressed because the paint strokes were really visible and looked shit and it had to be perfect (to him) and he was teasy and hungry anyway but it was hilare for me.

He eats for ten. The American photographers find this amazing and take photos of his massive helpings.

They are vegetarians so it's kind of cool for us because it was mainly a meat fest at dinner but last night we had a sick vegetarian curry selection made by Bob.

It's hard not to break into a silly American "My name's Rachel Zoe, and I'm a stylUST" voice forgetting that they are around!

We are nearly finished reading Brighton Rock - I'm reading to Sam and are still just totally loving it here.

Apparently there is a water RAT that lives in the stream here, cant wait to see that. Also there are mice that can be heard running around in the walls of where we sleep, but I like to think of them as hat wearing, waistcoat wearing, moustache bearing, pot bellied characters who are French and friendly so it helps when i shit myself when I hear them.

Also going to the toilet in the night is a joke because it is outside, and you have to climb over a fence and go around the corner with a torch. Sometimes I am scared of the murderers and hills have eyes people that live round here and ALWAYS need a wee in the night because of the fat intake of wine we have at dinner which is late, so I need to kind of man up and stop waking Sam up to come with me haha

(All sparked by a dream about a man named BILL CLAVA though, which is well scary it is like balaclava and meat CLEAVER so you can't blame me)

What sort of witches live in the dessert? SANDWICHES


we are looking into catching a lift with someone, via an online sharing scheme, to get to our next farm to save some money, not that we are spending a SINGLE penny which is well good.