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So it begins, a week with our boys. I had a bit of gardening I wanted to do today and both Connor and Ollie seemed happy to help, for 10 minutes, then it was smoko. I think there was some sort of union meeting through smoko because when they returned they had decided it was too Sunday to work any longer and they went out on strike, good help is hard to find. I still had plenty to do so Ollie started riding the bike up and down the hill and Connor brought out his phone to play on in the caravan. After three or four times tearing down the hill Ollie was swooped by one particularly vicious magpie and his off sider. I had to go and save him and get him under cover because it was obvious the magpie wasn't giving up, so he also ended up in the caravan with Connor. When I was finished gardening I called the boys out to help me get everything back to the house and gave them both something to carry. We headed off, Ollie in front, Connor next and then me to watch over them. Connor panicked and told Ollie to run so they both took off and Connor dropped everything out of the bucket he was carrying. We got to the top of the hill but of course half the equipment was down the bottom so I asked 14 year old Connor to go and get them but no way was he prepared to do that, so 7 year old Ollie was the lucky one to go down and pick everything up and bring it up to the house.
