Ogres?

They may only be onions, but they are my onions which I planted, nurtured, tended and harvested. Nearly 100 of the damn things. They stink, (of onions) they are drying out for a couple of weeks. Then I need to get hold of Mr HOLLOWSPY, the self confessed queen king of the ponytail to plait them for me.

In other exciting news...

Today I have been wondering at what age a teenage boy learns how to use a hook. I have liberally adorned the walls of bathroom, bedroom and downstairs loo with these ingenius devices. Jacca must think they are there for decoration. Maybe he needs an instruction manual.

Curiously, Jacca today was wondering why everyone has to shout his name. The current Mrs Mart patiently explained that we are shouting because he had not heard the previous two calls!

Jack........JACK......JACK......J A C K