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It's the half-term break, and as well as Jayne and the kids being off, so have I.

In readiness for future times, I've spent the week at Jayne's as a precursor to hopefully moving in sometime in the near future. It's just a gentle toe-in-the-water to see how things go, and it's been good.

We've had no money to speak of and the weather's been very erratic, so the four of us have been mooching around the house. A lot of times this would be a recipe for arguments and bad feelings, but I think we've looked upon this as an opportunity. Because if we all get along like a house on fire when we're cooped up, then we can hopefully get along at any time.

But we did need some kind of day out, and Jayne suggested a trip to Church Farm, which is in Thurstatson, over on the Wirral peninsula. The publicity proclaimed, "fun for all the family" and "stroke a guinea pig". It cost £10 for a family of four, and we were in and out of the place in about 40 minutes. But I took loads of photos.......

Ducks having a bath.

Goats. One is ready to drop its' sprog any day soon.

This guy was having so much fun he nailed himself to a fence.

The "Nightmare Circus". It was shut. Health and Safety.....

Another lost soul.......

Them highland cattle from Croxteth Park get EVERYWHERE!

A sheep.

Geese. Waiting with baited breath for the Christmas table.

Aaron and "Plonker" the pony.

"Derek" the donkey.

"Lazarus" the baby llama.

"Horatio" the hen.

"Parthenon" the pig.

Jayne and Bethany degunge themselves after touching me.

Church Farm was a complete waste of time. I'm sure the best of intentions was meant when advertising the venture. But no bugger was there, everything was shut, and what was going on cost a fortune.

Jayne immediately apologised for her serious short-sightedness at the futility of the trip by buying us all dinner. Yum!!!