Two French Hens!

Or is it 2 hens a laying, to be a bit seasonal? Not that I’m feeling at all Christmassy!
I went out cutting another bit of hedge today, until I got too cold. Trouble is, there are so many brambles and old man’s beard threaded through, that it takes a while to even get to the hedge. Also for some reason I planted this run of hedging closer to the fence so I can’t get behind it.
I’m still asking myself what I was thinking planting so much laurel hedge!
Fish pie for tea tonight, except that I’ve made it with sweet potato mash instead of ordinary. Mr F isn’t happy.