Sowing the Seeds.

It's been a week, and Ookbridge Farm is already looking...rough. Times are desperate - Jethro has been living off corn he picked up off the floor for the past two days. Every day he rakes in a bit of cash through fishing a couple o' paltry salmon, but money is thin on the ground. The puppy has disappeared, presumed devoured.

The sole hope lies with nine cabbages which Jethro planted at the start of the week. Luckily, water doesn't cost anything, so the seeds are slowly starting to grow. Not quickly enough to save Jethro from a diet of floor-corn for the next three or four days though. Also transpires that some seeds were actually in his house all along, so he wasted his money on the packet he bought from the friendly Asian man who - perhaps dubiously - shares a house with the muscly guy who Jethro met on his first day.

Jethro tried to buy some chickens. They're really expensive. He tried to steal some chickens. They're really vicious.

Stupid chickens.

Feelin' Fresh.

Ahhhh, Freshers was cool. There was music, and lights, and people jumping up and down.

Seeing Andy dance was worth the price of admission alone, although I'm sure he'd say the same about my galavantious groovin'. However stupid we both undoubtedly looked, it was nevertheless a pretty good night. The ringing in my ears didn't fade until well into the following day though - I blame Bernie for insisting on going right up to the front.

Typical Bernie. What a plonker.