Wednesday 29 November 2011
When we went away to the wedding in Gretna Green, Gypsy decided that life without us here was not quite so much fun, probably because there was no-one to stop the other cats picking on her, so she ran away. We know where she went. Several times Gordon went to fetch her back from the farm up the road, but she’d obviously found the rats and mice were more plentiful without so much competition. Our friend who owns the farm seems to be happy with the arrangement: apparently she’s an expert ratter and regularly brings him left-over bits as well as the added bonus of keeping the pesky starlings out of his milking parlour so it looks as if she lives there now, the ungrateful thing! It’s a shame she couldn’t have made the move before costing us about £70 at the vets.
At the beginning of last week, a new cat sauntered in and made himself comfortable. I’ve spent the intervening time trying to track down where he might have come from, but other than getting him scanned (which I fully intend to do when I can find the time/be bothered), I’ve not had much luck. According to the friendly receptionist at our vets it’s unlikely he’s chipped anyway since he isn’t neutered. Apparently people tend to have the two things done together and if they care enough to get a cat neutered then they care enough to have him chipped. He’s very loving – in fact often TOO loving (he’s currently lying on the table beside my right hand) and we don’t think he’s that old, probably less than a year. He has a mark on his neck where a collar may have been, but Gordon is of the opinion that he’s been dumped. Unfortunately the Cats’ Protection League think the same so it looks as if we’ve gained yet another waif. We’re calling him Tiger, simply because he’s stripey. I know – it shows a shocking lack of imagination, doesn’t it?
Cute though, isn’t he?
Last week we had a drama here when a van spun off the motorway, clipped the crash barrier, rolled across the ditch and landed in one of the fields we rent. It happened in the dead of night and quite some way from the house so not surprisingly Gordon and I slept through the whole thing. We weren’t actually aware there was a van in our field until the recovery people rang Gordon to ask if they could take a lorry into the field to remove it. A lorry on our fields at this time of year isn’t a good idea so he offered to help with the tractor. The news article is here and the bottom picture shows Gordon in his tractor. They should have asked me – I had much better photos of the whole thing!
You can see that a large section of our fence was demolished, but we’ve had no contact from anyone offering to assist with its repair so no doubt that’ll be down to us, financially as well as manually.
I had a good fiftieth birthday despite the fact that it was my fiftieth birthday! Friends came round to help me celebrate and a good time was had by all. My sister treated me to a photo shoot which she had arranged with Alex’s help in Cheltenham so on Monday she drove us there, we met up with the girls, did a bit of shopping, had lunch then went for the shoot. I was very nervous, in fact a lot more nervous than I expected to be, but was pleasantly surprised by the end results. The appointment included a makeover and one photo on a CD-rom, but it was difficult to make a choice and I went for an extra two in the end. I like to think that this is how I shall be remembered at fifty! Because the photos are copyright-free I’ve been fiddling with them in a software package called Portrait Professional which ‘airbrushes’ with the minimum of effort and I have to confess, I’ve ‘softened’ my wrinkles just a little as well as smoothing my skin.
They’re good, aren’t they (considering the subject!). The company is called Revolve.