Mamissimo Can we please have an update of the Battle of the Garage? Good for you, keeping your records so assiduously!
Grammaretto What a nuisance about the flat. And the plums, on top of that! Word gets around, I'm guessing, of an unguarded tree loaded with fruit, and it's a free-for-all. Sad about DD's corgi - they are very endearing dogs, as long as they know where they stand in the family pecking order! To this day, I never make beds with my toes under them - the result of being bitten so many times by my grandmother's corgi, who made the underside of beds her own private fiefdom. And that was half a century ago!
My colleagues in my last job used Hello Fresh, and used to rave about it. It just seemed so expensive, and I was eating Keto, so I never tried it. Interesting to hear about the calorie content, though. It just seems so much easier to whip up a cheese omelette and green salad that faffing about cooking. Or popping some cheap beef into a slow cooker and coming home to the delicious smell of comfort food.
Jan Theo sounds delightful. Rescue cats are always so grateful, aren't they? I will have to work out how to send photos - I'm a techie Luddite - well, with a DH who's an IT whizz, I'd rather spend my time in the garden on in a book than doing the tricky stuff. We have three cats at the moment. % years ago, when we moved to the Far North, we went to the SPCA to get a dog. We came back with 2 cats. We walked into the office to be greeted by an adorable kitten who bounded over to DH-it was love at first sight. And this is the man who doesn't even like cats! (so he says). The SPCA lady said "Oh, he has a mummy who needs a home." I said that we really wanted only one, but was persuaded to take a look at her out the back. There was a sad, dejected little waif at the back of the cage, looking horribly depressed. My initial reaction was that she wasn't socialised, and wouldn't settle well. However, she saw/smelled her baby and came running over, making those adorable little mews that mothers make to their kittens. So we took her home, and she settled so well, just loving having her kitten, from whom she had been separated, back in her care. I shudder now that I didn't notice that she had terrible teeth (she was less than a year old), the result of being abandoned on the streets, pregnant at only 8 months old. She must have been in agony, my poor darling. So to the vets, painkillers administered immediately, all teeth extracted, except her canines, for defence. A whole new cat-loving, devoted, happy. Sadly though, her kidneys were shot, and she went into a decline. We had to have her PTS when she was not even 3 years old. I miss her terribly. Don't think I'm crazy, because I'm very much a pragmatist, but she used to come and visit me at night for months afterwards...her light little body would land on the foot of the bed, and there would be a short time when she would sit there, then leave.
Her son, Pudding, is still with us, and is the subject of some amusing stories, which I shall save for later.
Sleep well, folks