Grammaretto! I am SO impressed by your Gaelic knowledge! Looking at the way the words are written, and knowing that they actually sound nothing like that, is what brings me out in flutters. I did start to teach myself Gaelic once, but found the pronunciation such a mystery. And that phrase is one that is bound to be very useful. How lovely to see a cowslip! I remember Little Grey Rabbit making cowslip balls for the baby rabbits to play with, as they waited for Moldy Warp to return from his visit to Badger. My favourite childhood book, and now that of my DGC. Your jaunt to look at ancestral homes with MiL sounds so interesting, and your Girls’ Night Out like a bundle of laughs. Hope the cinema went well. You DD is a talented young lady – the artistic gene is evidently a dominant one! I do hope you’ve recovered from your shaking up among the wild garlic – maybe a phone in future? Doodle’s eminently sensible solution sounds perfect.
Mamissimo - what a great itinerary! So much beauty and history. Good thinking on MrM's part to have something for midgies.
Kaimoana - what bad luck that your outing was cancelled. And that you had yet another contretemps with the taxi firm. But how lovely to have the family over for Mothers’ Day and to have all that fun with the little ones. Has Gubbins started to sleep better, with all her gymnastic exertions? Did DGS win his match? Don’t forget to email me that address!
Doodle - I like your idea of having your car washed while you sit and drink coffee. Magic. Wish I could get that done here! The wild birds that I feed have no idea of good manners – they are very happy to eat the seeds I put out for them, and then go and leave a mass of offerings on the little car under the wisteria frame. Speaking of birds, Doodle, I had the funniest thing happen outside the glass door yesterday...well, it wasn’t funny for the poor little waxeye which flew into the glass, and was momentarily stunned. Little Janey Cat leapt up to catch it, but as she did so, Doreen assumed she was being attacked and flapped her wings at Janey, So the incident ended with the waxeye flying away, Janey running from the scene like, well, like a scalded cat, with Doreen in hot pursuit, drunk on the power of being able to terrorise a cat. You had to be there, maybe, but the choreography of the incident was perfection.
MrJ is slowly recovering, and trying to cut down on the painkillers, which make him dopey. I have to keep reminding him to walk up and down the house, and to get out in the garden for a stroll. We got in some firewood, which I stacked behind the garage, but didn’t realise that the stuff at the bottom was horrible-damp and covered in black mould. To which I’m very allergic. Unpleasant reaction. Going to have a bit of a grizzle at the firewood man, kick him for touch, and get in some dry redgum from a more reliable supplier.
A busy week coming up – history today, Wed and Fri. French on Thurs pm, MrJ for checkup Thurs a,m, . The Girls are looming at the window, expecting breakfast. Still 4 beautiful brown eggs every morning, I can deny them nothing.
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