We had glorious days, the yellow sun blowing life into the fruit trees that were again in full bloom, but in spite of this I was a bitty under the weather this morning,as Sheila's bally peacocks flew onto my roof just above my bedroom, and let rip with some pretty awesome but scary calls all through the night
Bally things had not yet realized that they were not in the jungle anymore! I am now pretty accurate with my catapult and managed to get the last batch of pebbles to fly about twenty yards, almost, but not quite hitting the target! The only problem here is that this bunch of disturbers of the peace only came out at night to sit on my roof and check out their territory to see what was ready for them to steal, and I was scared to go outside at two in the morning to have a go at them with my catapult.
I have now cleared my Strawberry patch of all the bossies, planted out the new shoots, while  the older plants were already forming some flowers. I was adamant that neither the peacocks, nor the snails were going to ruin my crop this year, so I was busily looking for information, and making murderous plans as to how to outwit them! As the Scottish snails, being Scottish, loved their beer, I had drowned a lot of them after falling into the swallow holders I filled with the lovely stuff for them, But South African snails did not fall for that one! Maybe I should give them brandy and coke, as that was the favoured drink of our men! Well, they also drink a lot of beer with their barbeques, and that accounted for the huge tums hanging over their pants! I had tried putting hessian down underneath the plants, and that, according to one knowing person, would stop them as they hated the ruffness of the sack. I can tell in all truth that it did NOT work!
Halfway through the morning I was startled by an anguished human scream coming from the river, followed by the angry neighing of Skramunkel, and knowing how vicious she was towards strangers, I sprinted over to her camp to see what was happening! Almost convulsed when I saw one of the builders flying like an Olympic athlete over the rough field, trying to hold his pants up, with the horse in hot persuit. I was terrified, and ran to open the gate, shouting at the man to go faster, as I could see that Skramunkel was out to hurt him! The man almost flew through the gate, and I closed it quickly, feeling the wind on my face as the horse tried to get in a deadly kick!
I was extremely cross with the man, who said that he needed a toilet, and as there was no sign of Skramunkel, they thought that I had moved her to another camp, and that after I had told them to use the toilet in the house. The kids swim in the river, and we did not want it polluted!
I remembered when I just bought my place and were outside working, a man just came into our gate and started making his way towards the river. I was quite upset, and on asking him what he was doing on my ground, he said that he needed a toilet. I was not aware of any toilet down that way, but he said, No, they use the river! Wanted to shoot him, as we wondered at the terrible smells that sometimes greeted one down there.
So I told him not to be so bally lazy and dig a deep hole and make himself a longdrop, at which he looked at me as if I was telling him to fly!
Later when the contractor came to pick up his workers, I told him to see that the hole they made in the fence is closed properly every night. Through all this Hendrix kept his distance, I think he was clever enough not to look for trouble with Skramunkel!