In these days of fewer food shopping trips, for me, I decided that I could do without fresh oregano for this:
Well, dried oregano didn’t quite do it, really. But it wozz healthy and sustaining. (Cod loin is buried.)
Soo xx
In these days of fewer food shopping trips, for me, I decided that I could do without fresh oregano for this:
And, now that I have put you all off your Ovaltine, might I apologise for forgetting to supply a picnic, this evening. Twellsy and I share a birthday, very soon, and I’m sure that jam sandwiches and lashings of ginger beer will happen upon that date.
Best nights, Cellarites,
Soo xx
Sunnink went [erp] amiss wiv the goatburgers so I had to make them safe.
Gin fer Soo, annan Digestif fer That Birdie
Carinthia.xx
Aaargh! Boris! Now he’s crawling up the wall… Probably ‘she’, of course. Made me jump a bit.
(Alexander would be a poor name for a spider)
I like spiders
Alexander is the name of a beetle.
I like spiders, but I tend to evict them. (Carefully; I worry about breaking them.)
Oof
Liberates Pitcher
I have, today, repaired a hole in a knitted* long waistcoat
*Cashmilon, not wool, & not hand made.
Itizz an useful garment, & has mended perfectly
Thank Deity of choice…
Carinthia.xx
Brava!
Bad Janie ! the shed ? that’s a new one, it’s usually the attic isn’t it ?
Still, Her Heidiness (thank you for that Gus) is a vocal girl with a lot to say for herself, so she’ll have been telling the whole neighbourhood what you did to her up until you released her ! I bet she made you pay for her forgiveness
That’s the odd thing, I was in the garden calling for her and she didn’t bother answering. I suppose she wasn’t ready to come out. At least she was only missing for a couple of hours. A certain sister’s cat pulled that trick for four days, you will recall.
When I was about eight we found one of our cats after she had been missing (and hunted for all over the area!) for several days; she was in the roof of the garage. She had gone up the narrow bit between the joists at the very end, reached the roof-tree which blocked her from going any further, and then couldn’t turn round to get back out again. We only did find her because I was illicitly climbing on the roof of the lean-to shed on the end of the garage and heard a very quiet “meow” from somewhere just by my head.
I have no idea how she was got out in the end; it may well have involved removing tiles, but I wasn’t invited to help.
And we still don’t know where Wilson the Bane of Small Squeaky Things was while he was missing. But there wasn’t much food in there.
That was your punishment, making you worry just that bit longer !!
I thought Surrey sister’s cat was done for by about day 3 but the little wretch had got herself locked in a neighbour’s uninhabited annex.
Yes, and we passed by where she was several times, calling, and she never uttered, did she?
The best trick was pulled by the late Pippa, who disappeared for a day and a half when it was going down to minus 30°C overnight - she was quite old at the time too - and when she strolled back home casually, she smelled of smoke. She’d evidently found a warm spot. We spent one day tacking posters to telegraph poles and had to go back the next day to remove them.
One of our very much house-and-fenced-garden Siamese went missing one day. Absolutely inexplicably, because she was too lazy to catch cold and couldn’t possibly have scaled the 6ft fence I searched everywhere I could, around the village and fields for two days. Weeping (as cats were being stolen for their fur, at the time) I decided to do another search of the Churchyard, called her name and heard her cry. Skinny, but otherwise fine, she launched herself into my grateful arms. Loved that cat.
Soo xx
My dear Casey went awol for a fortnight and I thought him gone
Until the day he sauntered home
Here it’s a balmy 30C. Or 86F
Snice
Is it beer o’clock?
Oh thank you dear wee birdie
Bet she got spoiled rotten for a few days after that