On Sunday, the TV started blinking. No great loss, but useful for diverting children occasionally when under pressure to get jobs done.
On Monday, the food processor broke. This is a bit more serious at this time of year as we have so many chutneys, pickles, jams and preserves to make. Still, I can chop, dice, slice and grate fairly fast.
Today, the OH's Discovery threw a piston and it looks terminal. This is serious - she now needs my car for work, that means no more playgroup for the Wee Lad and no transport for me. Oh, and we were picking up the pork today, too (don't worry, that's already sorted and going in the freezer now). Oh, and we have no money for a replacement car so I guess I will be walking my pigs to the abattoir!

Of course, that all jeapordises our chances of getting a pedigree boar again. We had another one lined up to collect in the next fortnight (the fourth!), but now we'll probably need the money for other things.
Anyway, must dash as I've got to get things moving but I couldn't resist posting about the Stonehead Curse striking again.
