Poles apart

Tracey and I, it has to be said, seldom differ in opinion. There are times that we think so alike its uncanny, yet there are times when we are at complete opposites it adds credence to the idea that men are from Mars and Women are from Venus.

Take tonight for example.

We are lucky enough to work together (paid work not work at Rock HQ, we do that together too)and today we were in different buildings but independently reached the conclusion that tonight for dinner we would have a fish salad with new potatoes. Both of us popped out at lunch time and bought the necessary fishy item, me limited for choice bought two reduced price salmon steaks and my last 50p on some Jersey spuds (ours are not quite ready yet) while Tracey couldn't find any fish worth buying so brought some prawns and a new potatoes.

After doing the rounds tonight our combined ingredients made a feast although I suspect Mad Keith was disappointed with the menu choice as his roast potato fetish has not been satisfied this week.

However, this harmony in food choice was only part of the evening.

From time to time we get waifs and strays wandering into our yard, who can forget poorly sheep from last year? Well this chunky lamb arrived tonight having decided that our mangy flock of Ryelands are the in crowd. This stocky black faced ewe lamb made itself at home, tried to get milk off the goats, explored the conservatory and dealt with the attentions of the Rock HQ pack with aplomb.

The difference was mine and Tracey's reaction as we oooed and aaahed over the new arrival.
She saw it as a potential new pet, I saw it as a large pile of free burgers and a lovely sheepskin rug.

Poles apart!