the husband is out in the garden, building a chicken-home. i guess one or two of you might think i'm to blame for this, having brought home some ugly birds i've found in the park or something. but i'm not. at least not much... i only told him one of my colleagues asked if anyone wanted chickens, and apparently the answer to that question was "we do, we do!!!". he is now planning and building and talking about chickens. and the other day when i said that maybe we didn't have to rush it, we could take it slowly and get us some birds next summer, he just looked at me as if there was something wrong with me. so i guess we're having chickens soon too.
correction: he wasn't buildning a chicken-home, but a flower bed for my flowers. i'm still only partly to blame, though. i didn't tell him to build me a flower bed, i only said i thought the old one was ugly :)