flying slugs
what if slugs could fly? – yes, it’s a bit yukky, but it’s very well thought through.
what if slugs could fly? – yes, it’s a bit yukky, but it’s very well thought through.
we have returned from four days in Welsh Wales, at geoffcampbell’s inestimable annual Summer Camp – more on that story later.
and in those four days, the first signs of autumn have arrived. Looking out of the windows both front and back of the house, the light is diffferent; the sun is in a different place in the sky at getting-up time, and there’s the merest hint of a crispness to the air mornings and evenings.
I love autumn – it’ll soon be time for long walks, kicking leaves and watching the faint puffs of your own breath, coming home to mugs of steaming tea and glasses of restorative Bushmills.
must go out and buy some spring bulbs in the next couple of weeks.
I was a tad uneasy last night, as Liessa wasn’t home. Even if she isn’t in when we go to bed, she always arrives before we go to sleep, and somehow I had a feeling that things weren’t right.
just before midnight, we woke to see this poor little creature, fur spiked with mud and fine grit. We can only assume that she fell in the fish pond (although there’s no sign of any disturbance this morning), and she was very frightened, not to mention soggy.
so we ran a lukewarm bath, and perlmonger very bravely scruffed her, while I sluiced her down with water, then we wrapped her in a towel. She hates being held, but she snuggled into the towel while we dried her.
then we set her at the foot of the bed, where she stayed for the rest of the night, having sporadic coughing episodes – I guess she ingested a fair bit of pond water. I gave her a good brushing at about 6 a.m. this morning to get the grit out of her fur, and she seems a lot better now.
poor Bada Ning …
fill kettle from filter jug.
boil kettle
wait for kettle to boil
pour water into mug containing teabag *from the bloody filter jug*
throw away, redo from start …
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lunch
then go and wash your hands and face clean of the dripping butter and bacon fat.
*de* *licious*
I’m going to cut out second helpings, cos I don’t want to end up like this …
*I’m* not going to, because I never ever want to be thought of in the same breath as the man, but why not find out what kind of Blunkett *you* are.