Spent the afternoon just sitting here watching hummingbirds flit from flower to flower, while the boys emptied a huge iron "copper" with much planning, siphoning, and noisy instruction. Sharon, Kelly and I are scandalous, and Sligo is completely enjoying himself.
Chas has entertained us with some olde drinking songs, "a farmer was ploughing his field one day, rifle rifle titifie day" and "as I came home on Monday nite, as drunk as drunk could be".
We have eaten delicious pelau that Sean made yesterday, it was SO GOOD! Tomorrow is the official party.