"Suche gut gebauten 18-30 jährigen zum schlachten...“ - Der Metzgermeister

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I'm going back to my usual Sunday routine now.
I've missed seeing my nana.

I had my usual Sunday lunch - with pork this week.
Nana gave me two big slices of it too, and extra roast potatoes.

The two of us were in absolute hysterics watching grandad trying to coax a fly out of the window.
He was poking it with a rolled-up TV guide and it just curled up in the corner of the window-frame, refusing to move.

Nana and I messed around during the adverts when we were watching the repeats and extra shows of Britain's Got Talent on ITV2.
I was tickling her with the ends of my hair, trying to make her sneeze.

Then grandad showed me a magic trick with three different yellow ropes.
I didn't quite understand how he did it either.

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As I stayed there until 7 - I was in the front bedroom for a few hours, playing Harvest Moon: BTN.
I finished off Winter - my word, it was becoming so tedious.

I was only making about 2000G a day - and that was purely through selling mayonnaise.
My chickens are fucking amazing - they all have 10 hearts, so they produce excellent quality eggs - thus meaning I can produce excellent quality mayonnaise.
It's a good job it sells high - the machine cost me 20000G.

Popuri has an orange heart now - and I've bought an Blue Feather and upgraded my house so I have a second bed.
I'm just waiting for her to get her heart up to red - then I shall have my sexy wife again.
Maybe I should just bombard her with boiled eggs.
I've discovered she likes honey too. Not bad, it only sells for about 60G, I can spare it.