Just caught up. Lovely photos of those babbas, soop. Mila's got such a sweet little face, bet she loves the new brother.
I won't ask why you need a new boob - hope it hasn't suffered the same fate as the one earlier in the year when you spent all your lockdown time scrabbling to keep half of you out of a hedge. It pinged out of your shirt and went off on a frolic of its own, I recall. I hope you're not due for criticism for doing too much heavy work - again. The gardening Titchmarsh person was waxing lyrical about Montbretia the other evening. (He'll never replace Monty in my affections!) I pictured you shouting at the tv screen and letting him know where he could come and help himself to the odd barrowful from your garden.
Spent a half hour this morning cutting a big Oleander - it was taking over our BBQ area. Then after some coffee, went wild with a lovely leaf blower and chased cobwebs, then washed a table. It all looks tickety boo now. DH lifted a heavy parasol base for me but a tiny little 1/2" long gecko streaked like lightning up his leg and went straight inside his shirt. I had a small panic thinking that he would injure the gecko ordrop the parasol base on his feet. But all was well and the tiny thing ended up in the geraniums.
Celebrated the successful morning by picking up a wonderful Réligieuse from the cake shop this afternoon. One each. For those ever tempted by éclairs - this is a cake comprising one round choux bun filled with crème patissière, coffee flavoured in this case. That is topped off with another smaller bun, also filled and then iced and decorated - with a chocolate piece in this case.They are meant to look like fat Nuns. I know - me neither - it's a French thing!! After a few errands in the village when the shops re-opened at 4pm (it was very hot today), we did a very rapid check on a friend's holiday home, it was 45 degrees in his conservatory and we almost fell over. We then bought our cakes and took them home to eat in the garden with a delish cup of tea. Perfect end to an afternoon.
Thanks to everyone for Ludo's good wishes. He munched his small pill, twice today, without a problem. I shall definitely think of you, Kitty next time I have one of the cats in a leg-over-arm-lock! Ludo's currently tucked into a travel rug on his couch, because his current condition means he feels the cold and is waiting for his bedtime biscuit. (Cold?....It's 25 in the sitting room)
Loved your idea of garden planning, Corner but know what you mean about fair weather gardening. Who on earth wants to be outside suffering? I save that for actual emergencies or being desperate to finish a job. The joy of gardening for me is being outside in nature on a good day. It doesn't have to be hot or cold or special weather - just without rain or high winds. We have always used railway sleepers somewhere in the garden. They make such a nice edge and hold everything together. Moving them is a bit of a mission but once in place and filled with plants - lovely.
Do hope that your little dog's dental work goes o.k., hellogirl. She's probably in quite a bit of pain which probably explains the not eating well and losing weight. Once she has had the procedure, she'll hopefully put all the weight back on. That's a fortune to shell out, though!! I'd do it in a heartbeat, but even so...... although we've found that one of the benefits of living here is that Veterinary treatment is much cheaper than in England. Well, something needs to be. 
I'm now seriously thinking of getting out my pearls. I wear pearl earrings most days but had never thought that I needed that extra certain something to do the ironing, NannyT. I shall now re-consider this - let's face it, I hardly go anywhere else to wear them, post-Covid.
How are you, Doodle?. Didn't expect to see you on here so early. Is it a later shift at the Argy or do you have a night off? Those laydees keep you on your toes - and we won't name names or start discussing dancing Kintyre types, will we? 
Hope you had all girls fun today, Susan. Doubtless we shall get to hear if there were any "goings on" back at the ranch!
Night all. Sweet dreams.
Hugs
I am procrastinating and need to stop!
Welsh Senedd Election - PR in action. This will be interesting!


and plenty of virtual HUGS.
. Soft food initially, he developed a love of scrambled egg, then it was back to the dried food he had always eaten, although I did sometimes soften it with some gravy he was happy without. He also ate spaghetti bolognese (always had, best not to ask). When allowed he’d have pieces of cooked chicken, any roasted meat, roast potatoes and every cooked vegetable he could get his paws on. He lived to be 16, left us because his back legs failed, quite a character and still missed after many years.

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