He is 4, going on 40! He was as good as gold for the first hour, which meant I was able to do some serious digging, then slowely but surely, he started moaning and was ready to head for home. We managed an hour and a half and came away with a 'james' size wheelbarrow full of pretty stones for the pond and an empty picnic hamper!
I sympathise with Mrs TimJ being overdue. Those last few weeks are the longest on earth! Both of ours were 'brought on', first due to my sky high blood pressure, him because he was late and breach, right up until the big day, when he decided to turn around! Good luck Mrs TimJ, and you Mothy! ;D
