V pleased to hear of the Fishly-Dunnocks’ safe arrival. Happy flumping (and beer).
Here, it’s all gone a bit Groundhoggish. Getting back to the point where me knitting went wrong the first time, and also preparing a batch of ABCDs, a fair few having been manufactured in the last week already. Cat-sitting friend is, it turns out, cutting out the sugar for a couple of weeks, so the cake I intended to make would not have been terribly welcome. Plan [a]B[cd] it is, then.
Getting there … so long as I can persuade her to behave (as per Doc’s orders - NOT as per The Cat!), she should be fine for the week-end travelling and subsequent eventings
Mainly by not having a Bengal, dahlink. A B&W moggy is what I have and he is quite enough cat to be going on with. He has no dignity. He evinced pleasure at my return in most uncatly fashion, and since then has done: determined snuggling; creeping under the duvet in a ‘nearer my Gus to thee’ fashion; and throwing himself under my feet on the stairs. If I am silent for 36 hours on here, you can all assume that he has broken my neck and alert the appropriate authorities, so the poor fellow a) doesn’t starve, and b) doesn’t get to the point where he works out I am made of Meat…
You know what? I could cry.
ABCDs achieved, cooled, and arranged most poncily in overlapping circles in a little cake tin. Popped over to friend’s house to put them in her kitchen, and managed to miss the counter edge and drop them. Circles all over the place, many biscuits fractured. Ach well, I suppose they will taste the same.
But bugrit anyway. Bah!
Can’t be entirely sure I am not, but Peggy (the Ma) often said that if I had been twins she would have left home (I was an appallingly horrible baby). How things don’t change, eh?
Gxxxx
And Twellsy, dere, please work very hard on Getting Better.
Mildew vs face powder: it’s a difficult call - particularly if one has a natural tendency toward the pinkish red, as I do. A touch of green can be very becoming…
Indeed, no. Later hours when one inadvertently pours orange juice onto one’s teabag are a bit rubbish too. That is the voice of (very) recent experience speaking, you understand.
Just had a brief but vigorous border skirmish with the cat, the territory under dispute being Me. He was definitely taken away from his mother far too early…
Dear chatelaine I am with you in spirit if not in person so consider yourself hugged and handed fresh dainty embroidered linen handkerchiefs as you need