Free to download from Amazon Escape to the Country by Patsy Collins. I have the real book on my bookshelf and signed by Patsy too, which I prefer, but this is too good an offer to miss. Also, well done to blog friends who’ve had stories accepted by Jill at Weekly News. Mine wasn’t, but I can maybe send it somewhere else now. Looking forward to reading those from Helen, Patsy, Teresa and other blog writers.
Being as it’s the pheasant season, they seem to dart out round by us as you’re driving along and aim for your side mirrors or front screen. There’s more killed on the road I think than the hunters get to shoot. Shame they only breed them to shoot them. Especially as they don’t fly and can’t run fast either, hardly sport is it? But if you fancy a little party game, Vanessa had a good one on her blog, try saying Irish wrist watch fast several times, that’s hard. Now how about this one. When we left home, working at a hotel over the Christmas period, me and my Sister along with the cook had to pluck pheasants!!! yes it was as disgusting as it sounds. To break the boredom, we recited this poem lots and lots until we were too busy laughing to bother about plucking pheasants.
I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s mate
and I’m only plucking pheasants coz the pheasant plucker’s late. Now you have to say it faster and see how it goes…