There's been a second dodgy birthday cake,
with Jess walking around all day stating to anybody who would listen that it was her birthday again, just three days after the original.
Cakes were baked in between runs to the yards to observe super-ovulated, cycling heifers
and subsequent artificial insemination.
There's been a sofa to re-cover,
a task I wouldn't highly recommend,
unless you particularly dislike yourself.
With Sarah home after her first fortnight of school, kids headed to the dam, lick tubs replaced by far fancier boating equipment, products of an abundant Christmas.
Smiles unfortunately short-lived as the rubber boat didn't make it past the first barbed wire fence.
And finally, with many roads in our area having been cut due to the recent flooding, I made it to Bottle Tree today for the first time since the rain, Matthew having weaved his way through last week.
(Cover your eyes Sharon).
Calves enjoying the benefits of Mum's increased grass intake. Buffalo flies have moved in thick and fast, we'll head back in a few days to start treating them.
And Sharon, rest assured, my weatherman tells me your turn is coming.