I think the problem might be persuading the cat to stay by the window in the bedroom to deter the blue tit, but not wake anyone up on its own account.
Cat in bedroom easy
Cat anywhere but on the cosy down duvet is a little bit more difficult
Oof
I slept for a couple of hours this afternoon, & am about to make myself an cheese & Martyr sandwich, if anyone would like one.
Carinthia. xx
Any old yardarm for me. Slàinte mhath!
The hive is ‘put to rights’ after the conservatory onslaught. We’re fairly well knadgered and are grateful for a couple of weeks of normal living. DD and GD will visit, tomorrow, and we’ll be meeting DS and DiL for lunch on Saturday but we’re on easy street forran while.
Soo xx
Morning all
How id the Poodle?
I am hirpling around with a back that is saying that hotel beds and knackered dining/function room chairs are not designed for arthritic spines that need stair rods and botox injected into it
Still I am home and happily declined on the sofa with a Bengal foot warmer
Chatty in here at the moment, aren’t we?
Not that I should comment, I’ve had nothing to say either. I do have a couple of not very good photos of a new feature spotted on our river walk yesterday…
There does appear to be at least one egg in there.
Evenin’ all.
Thanks for sharing the photies, TFM. I look forward to developments.
Re Visitin’ Poodle - we usually see her in Embra, but she’ll be with us for most of June, while her Family go on holidays etc. I’ll sort out a pic. She’s still gorgeous and quite the most affable (without being stupid) Dog I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Soo xx
She is a fine example of cleanliness being next to dogliness.
The Competent Ministry. I assume the Ministero dell’agricoltura, della sovranità alimentare e delle foreste (yes, I looked this up) must make a quick call to the Ministero competente when they find they need a grown-up in the room.
yardarm
You had to go and spoil it [grinnity]
Imagine being the Under Secretary for Fennel Seeds…
That Fish recently found some pickled gherkins at the back of the cupboard. Expired in 2020. They look and smell fine, they;re a bit soft, but they still taste excellent.
On balance I will not put this in “Recipes”.
Some time a couple of weeks ago an appointment was booked (by the Practice Receptionists) for me to be rung by my GP at 10:40 today. I was given no option about when this was to be.
At 13:20 today I rang the GP Collective Practices (as I now think of them). Miraculously, I was only second in the queue.
The Surgeries Collective receptionist said, “Oh, she does her phone calls after surgery” (which ends at 18:00, today). When I asked what reason there was, if that was the case, for giving me a specific time in the middle of surgery and eight hours before I was likely actually to be telephoned, the receptionist suggested I needed to ask the GP about that when she rings – and could give me no idea when that would be.
Apart from anything else, this suggests the unfortunate GP is working a ten-hour day at least.
Colour me mightily fed up.
That is why so many, if not leaving altogether, are working ‘part time’. 12 hr days very much the norm.
Commiserations on the unnecessary 10:40 angle.
Random chap extolling the range of activities on offer at a nearby venue: Rifle shooting, blah, blah, blah, aquaerobics, archery
Gus, interjecting: Or, if you combine the two — harpooning!




