Doodle - Kaimoana beat me to it to applaud your hilarious posts...you have such a wonderful turn of phrase. Yes, no more Rosie, just some very smug chickens who saw off the intruder. I hope she found her way home in time for supper. Good for you, to have given up life’s best Yummies for Lent. I hope the gooey cake comes your way on Easter Sunday.
Pudding is now the indignant one - he has been trying his paw at herding, because he came to tell tales on the chickens, who had moved into the mud room, out of the heat. Little madams. I shooed them out and then went round to the front garden. Suddenly there was a scuffling and a ruffling and a cackling, followed by MrJ's voice - the chickens had moved on into the scullery, and were standing there in a line, each with a neat deposit under her, bewildered because Pudding was guarding the door. Anyway, eventually sorted, but they are definitely getting ideas above their station.
We went out in a hurry to look at replacing my laptop, which had suddenly refused to charge. Everything is suddenly SO expensive! And not in stock either – long waiting lists for deliveries. Fortunately, MrJ has coaxed it back to life, so it will do for another little while. I hope! I can’t do without it. I was going to go out to the place where they have bags of horse poo for the taking, for a second load, but it takes so much energy lifting 30 kg bags, and MrJ’s shoulder has packed it in again. Think I’ll wait a day or two…
Kaimoana, so sorry to hear about your cream cake. We have a Bakehouse here …not just any old bakehouse but the Kerikeri Bakehouse. They do cream cakes to die for, or from. Doughnuts, eclairs, apple turnovers, lamingtons…and just up the road is the place that has Samuel the pâtissier, whose pastries are simply the best you’ve ever had. So, if it’s cream cakes you are after, this is the place…does it inspire you to get up here asap? We’ll be waddling along the beach, at least 5 kg heavier. Poor Awhina, too late did she learn that the grass is not always greener and better a meal of herbs than a stalled ox.
Let’s hope that Grammaretto’s new Helper is indeed not Gudrun the Grim, nor Helga the Horrible or Ursula the Unready. I hope that the stone is just what you wanted, Grammaretto - it sounds as though you had great fun with the little ones. Lucky you.
It’s 1.30, and I’ve been digging holes to plant some more trees. There’s a fig with my name on it. Literally. Time to stop and have a nice ham and feta salad. Toodle pip, everyone. x