Thinking on Sunday while baking.

I know, that you all are very excited how my plan for Sunday did turn out!
Yes, I had a bath, I did my nails and shaved my legs. (Am I getting too private?)
I did not read yet, however. And I did a little bit of ironing. And I am baking a cake, it is in the oven right now. Something with pastry and a filling of marcipan and eggs and peaches.
But there is another thing I would like to share. I am sure that some of you, if not all, have wondered: Why sex in the barn?
You would probably not believe it, but I am the shy type. When somebody starts talking about sex ot making bad jokes I get red. I feel the blood surging up into my face and can´t do anything about it. So, me, I am in the barn, with some of the children, grandchildren and guests. And you know this rooster, he does it all the time. If you think about it, it´s logical: He´s got a lot of hens and these hens lay a lot of eggs and he has to be buisy to make sure that his seeds are to be carried on to further generations and that there are going to come little chicks out of the eggs. But logic isn´t the first thing coming into my head in situations like that. So, my face becomes red like a moon at dawn. Happily it is ratherdark in the barn but I felt like embarrassed. I know, horses do it too, and cows, and sheep. But they do it somewhere private, most of the time, far away on the meadows.
So, I thought, I must get used to it, life must go on on the fleshy side too. And as you already have sex in the city on TV, so why not sex in the barn in my blog?