Muse - you are so brave, taking on such a project - but so exciting! All that anticipation of a lovely shiny new residence for next spring. And fluffy M&S socks- pure luxury! Cwtch is a wonderful word, I agree.
Doodle - how exciting with another cruise on the horizon. Lovely to have something to anticipate. You can still find wild marijuana plants growing around abandoned overgrown homestead sites - it was the go-to pain killer for remote settlers. I guess that it might have also been a useful recreation from the backbreaking work of farming back then. Mind you, they said that in 19th century NZ, the only causes of death were drink and drowning.
Kaimoana - sorry to hear about the arthritic flare - does your magnesium help at all? Have you tried Green Lipped Mussels? Please just flob and rest up! I didn't know about the Animal Sanctuary- will keep that in mind. I guess we can't replace my dear little Georgette with a poor little ex-egg machine, because the others would give her a hard time, as a stranger.
Cherry - that was some dream! I wish mine were like that. I don't get a chance to dream, because the Fluffy Ones keep waking me for a snuggle and a purr.
We have three cats, all by accident, as it were. Initially, we went to the SPCA to get a dog. We walked in and a tiny kitten was racing around the office. The kitten looked at MrJ, and MrJ looked at the kitten, and it was love at first sight. "We'll have that one", he said. This is the MrJ who has always declared that he doesn't like cats. The SPCA lady then said "Well, he has a mummy who needs a home, too, would you like to see her?" I said that we really wanted only one cat, but we had a look anyway. The mummy cat was sitting forlornly at the back of the cage, head down, back to us, looking horribly depressed. Whe she heard her kitten, she whipped around, and came over, chirruping at him. Well, that was it, wasn't it. Readers, we adopted both. They had had a terrible life, abandoned on the streets, an 8-month old mummy with two starved and very ill kittens. She had been trying to eat crisp wrappers to find something to feed her babies. Heartbreaking. She turned out to have terrible teeth, as a result of her privations, and had to have them all extracted. Sadly, too late, and her kidneys gave up before she was even 3 years old. We have to have her PTS, such a sad day. But she had a wonderful life, once the agony of her teeth was sorted, and was such a loving and devoted little girl. Her son, Pudding, became very depressed when his mother died, and went into something of a decline. He's a new boy now, though, with his adoring little adopted sisters - the Fluffy Ones. More about them another time.
Have a great day/evening, all.