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Category Archives: The parrot has landed.
Hoots Mon!
My son’s cats are fairly self sufficient, despite the sad way they whine at me every two hours in the hope of me filling their bowls. All their feeding gear is in the utility room where I feed them. It’s … Continue reading
Cats that sleep with open eye.
Said Shakespeare, in the know, as usual. This is Russell. Looking as if butter wouldn’t melt, a look he has perfected effortlessly. He is easily the most laid back cat I have ever encountered, except that, being long and large … Continue reading
The search continues.
No, not for a star, or Australia’s next top model, or an enthusiastic amateur chef who knows what to do when the sauce curdles on camera. No, the £150 question was: where are the flipping car keys? Or even: where … Continue reading
The key to it all.
Searching searching……………five days of my life spent searching for the car keys. Someone made an enquiry of someone who knew these things. Now that car keys are electronic and specifically programmed to the specific car you can get the official … Continue reading
Lost.
No, not the television series that wandered around vaguely for a million episodes, looking for a plot. My car keys. The annoying thing is, it happened because of being good. I decided with the S&H off in the distance that … Continue reading
Bad to worse.
Oh der. Oh really der. In all the panic one tries, one so very tries to do all the normal stuff. You know, laundry vacuuming, getting washed, sleeping. A bit. Anyway, up early this AM to get on with some … Continue reading
Some Victorian novel.
I sometimes feel lately as if I am living in some Victorian novel. When I was teaching there was a story that got trotted out so regularly in assembly, it must have been in the front of the Big Book … Continue reading
Fast forward.
It would be so handy if we came equipped with a dial to reset stress levels, I certainly need one. Last Thursday we went to my mother’s. It was the funeral, up north, of my cousin’s husband and my mother … Continue reading
Roundelay, roundelay.
I’ve just had my first round robin. They mainly now come by email, every bit as grim as the posted hand-carved kind. It is part of the deal that ‘all the news’ is sent by those who have none at … Continue reading
The joy of showers.
As we’re on our own, unusually, I thought we could, you know……..if you want to. Oh right ho. And, and this is good, you’ll like this, when I went out to get my bread, I got a new switch for … Continue reading