Farm

We met Ange, Olive, Toby, Fran, Peter and Tom at the Collingwood Children's Farm today.

We re-met Coffee Table the placid sheep. We admired chickens, roosters, ducks, barn cats, horses, pigs and piglets. We wheeled into the goat paddock, and the girls were enchanted with the mummy goats and their delightful children. One mummy goat ate Hazel's apple right out of her hand (Hazel was still holding on). A baby goat stepped up onto the pram to get a really good look at the girls. Two kids here mum. Yep, two of them. Yep, two. Hey mum, I found two kids here mum. Two. Yep. Can I get down now mum?

Olive is doing toilet training, so we found a quiet private grassy corner of the farm for a wee stop. I got the girls out too, to see if they wanted a wee. Immediately a hundred people walked by. "Bare bottoms" quoth one observant dad.

Ivy is still suffering with this latest cold. It really shits her RIGHT up the wall when I wipe her terrible disaster of a snotty nose. Also her coughing is sometimes painful. I listen to her chest, and this morning it was full of grot but it is clear now. After viewing animals we stopped off at the farm cafe, so the mummies could drink coffee (decaf here thanks) and the babies could writhe in the dirt. Add caked-on snot to a dirty face and hands and you have a kid who looks like she should be on a poster titled Donate To Save This Slum Child.