Here in Cuckoo Land we have had great excitement and drama.
Some weeks ago it was noticed that there were two acorns stuck in the shower drain. Nothing would get them out. Lots of different tools were enlisted in the desperate attempt to retrieve these errant acorns.
It is not known how they were to find themselves in the drain. The Cuckoo Boys said "It wasn't me, it wasn't us. It was someone else. We wouldn't do that. No. It must have been Daddy"
The mother of the house has spent many an anxious moment checking on the acorns in the hope that they wouldn't sprout and grow into an oak tree. As romantic as having a tree in ones shower sounds it is not conducive to personal cleanliness.
Happily today at 11.34am Granny came to the rescue with specialist equipment. A skewer and a Fireman Sam head torch. The acorns having spent considerable time in water were soft enough to yield to the pointy stick. Now the panic is over and the Cuckoo's can continue to cause chaos elsewhere.
In other news there has been a Wip completion. Yes you heard right. A finished object after too many months to mention.