Kaimoana! Who knew that we have an accomplished cat burglar in our midst? Or perhaps a kitten burglar, since you haven't had sufficient practice to qualify. I can just imagine the horror of discovering that you were in possession of inadvertently stolen goods. Your earrings sound gorgeous, and you really must send us a picture of King Solomon Queen of Sheba arrayed in all her glory.
Grammaretto What a fascinating house you live in! You could easily forgive its foibles because it's so full of character. The new boiler, however, now that sounds expensive...
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Yes, it's distinctly possible that our two DGS will meet up at some time! Perhaps at some nerdy conference for computer buffs? Did you say they were based in Dunedin? (Sorry, the mental whirl of seven grandchildren still besets me, besides the physical strain of heaving of little ones up to the climbing frame and scrambling net!)
Doodle - Yes, I too remember the excitement of going to that mystical treasure house-in pedestrian terms, the library, my pass to other worlds (library card) clutched in my sticky little hand. Every Christmas, the maiden Great Aunts in Devon would send mysterious brown paper-wrapped parcels, which would disappear until The Day. The books they sent us remain hugely important to me. The Little Grey Rabbit series was a special favourite, and particularly the one where Mouldy Warp discovers the Roman treasure underground. I used to read and reread that book, wrapped in a glow of joy at the thought of discovering things that people had made thousands of years ago. What a pity that both your DS and DGS are dyslexic - it must be so frustrating to have the words become unattainable and the joy of reading lost.
Mamissimo - it sounds as though you are undergoing huge upheavals in your life. You are a very kind and generous DM to be so helpful to your DD. I hope all goes well for your DD2.
NfkD your pony is just adorable - what a sweet boy. Norfolk is fascinating, ancestry-wise, isn't it? I think I mentioned our pub-quiz partner, whose ancestors had been stone masons, in an unbroken line, in the Sheringham area for 600 years. He could identify every building or wall constructed by his people by their unique style. That's a sort of immortality, isn't it.
After the hot, dry weather, we're having a break of hot, raining and steamy. Mosquito central. I've never seen anything like the humidity - the marble floors throughout the house yesterday had a sheen of moisture all over them...in fact so damp that they were quite dangerous. I can't believe the growth in the garden in 4 days' absence. Of course, MrJ, being from Manchester, and big grey things with guns on the front, knows nothing of gardens. The courgettes had turned into marrows, the kikuyu grass had covered the potatoes, the tomatoes had remained unpicked.
We made a hasty sortie into town to stock up for the coming siege. Looks like omicron will hit with a vengeance. Both my DS and MrJ are due to have long-awaited surgery in the next few weeks, so everything crossed that the procedures won't be delayed again. DS requires a corneal transplant, very urgently, or he's at real risk of losing his sight. He has to go to Auckland for the surgery, which is a challenge with the demands on the major hospital. He works at Palmerston hospital, and gets very hot under the collar at the attitude of the unvaxxed. Up here, in the land of the dope-smoking hippy, there are still so many who refuse to be vaccinated - for ANYTHING- (they live such healthy lives, you see). They protest in the street, unmasked, shoving their faces and pamphlets into my face...DS said just to describe to them the chiller set up at the hospital for the bodies of the expected victims...not that that will make any difference.
My little fluffy girls are so happy to see me home that they won't leave me alone. This despite MrJ spoiling them rotten with treats and cuddles.
Must be off. Have a great day/evening, one and all.
Sometimes it’s just the small things that press the bruise isn’t it? 😢
Morecambe and Wise - the lost tape


Handbag in the floor and dancing round it. 





