Posts tagged ‘Fiona’

July 12, 2012

What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put a-sounder.

by 3arn0wl

Wendy and Murray are celebrating their 12th wedding anniversary.  The family have gone for meal at the Flying PigGrace is happily occupied – busily sculpting every scrap of paper she can find and continues to fold the pink napkin that Fiona places in her lap.

By the time the food arrived it was too late!  The table had been turned into a pigsty.  And Grace Merryweather had landed herself a part-time job!

June 10, 2012

Pigs might fly

by 3arn0wl

A ǝʌıssɐɯ helium balloon served as a beacon over the tabernacle of the beer tent, attracting the Young Farmers, like moths to a flame, to Fiona’s Suffolk Punch.

Everyone had gone of course:

As always, Chorley Showground provided a vehicle to showcase all the latest farming gear for the farmers to drool over: hoes, sprayers, riddlers, ploughs and crossp dressers.

This year the show took on more of a festival atmosphere:

And at the end of the day J.W.’s bull is always best in show. …………………….

April 2, 2012

March 32nd…

by 3arn0wl

… and there was April Foolery everywhere:

Tim Panini had put Fiona on the rota to work. When she got there she was greeted with “April fool”. She had the last laugh though – she wrote a spoof letter of resignation.

Jenny Darling dumped DJ by text message, which upset him momentarily, until a text five minutes later invited him ‘round for a Sunday Roast.

Harry had nipped out and put a “Sorry for the damage” note on his dad’s Leaf, then cracked up as he watched him give it a thorough examination.

Maria told her dad that she’d had her navel pierced. He went ballistic until she said “April fool”. She neglected to tell him she’d had a tattoo done though.

And Poppy chose her father’s birthday to tell him that they were having a kid. But  Eddie wasn’t falling for that old chestnut! April fool.

September 4, 2011

House Barn on the Farm

by 3arn0wl

To celebrate the end of harvesting, the Snoddy and Sniffy Young Farmers had a bit of a rave down on Gawthrop Farm, Little Sniffy, last night.

They turned up on their quads, tractors and combines, prepared for a night of pmerry-making.

Landlord of the Flying Pig, Tim Panini, provided a bar for the revellers, who, according to Fiona, quaffed considerable quantities of the pub’s home-made cider, Scrum-P and perry, Maison.

DJ John Deere span the discs all through the night and the farmers sat around on the bales or danced til dawn.

Several of the lads apparently decided to have a ploughing competition at midnight,  though your correspondent can only find evidence of some wild oats they missed.

Unsurprisingly, none of the party-goers are as yet available for comment.