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As you may recall we currently have four cats: Cinders, Thomas, Gizmo and Scamp.  Cinders and Thomas are both fairly advanced in years and have perfected the art of getting we humans to open the door for them rather than exert themselves by going through the catflap.  Of course if there’s no human to hand they will manage unaided.

This afternoon Cinders was meowing by the door, I opened it for her then turned to fetch Dan’s coffee.  The catflap rattled and she was back through again.  I cussed her for wasting my time, told her she should make up her mind where she wanted to be, opened the door and found myself face-to-face with a very startled fox in the porch. 

That would explain her reluctance! 

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There is no title for this post because I tried to think of one and failed.  If I was pinned to the wall and forced to come up with something in a hurry it would be ‘really?’ but I’m pretty sure I may have used that before on several occasions and I hate to repeat myself on purpose.

Anyway, the point is this.  You may have seen the commercial for a bank I think where people are handing out hints and tips for using the Internet?  Someone suggests that when on selling sites it sometimes pays to spell what you’re looking for incorrectly just in case the seller has.  Years ago I saw (on freecycle) someone offering a ‘chester draw’ and although I was initially mystified I realised fairly quickly they meant ‘chest of drawers’.  I wondered then whether this would become a new term since unless you see it written down, that’s what it sounds like.  This would be a kind of evolution in the English language.  People would be asking themselves who Chester was and why a set of drawers was named after him. 

Go to ebay when you have a minute and put it in the search box.  There are loads! It has already become a term.

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A long time ago I decided if I wanted something done around the place I had to do it myself.  Today I finally realised that’s not strictly true.  If I want something done I need to start it myself or even suggest starting it and Gordon will invariably take over.  He can’t help it.  He has that kind of nature.  If he could split himself into a dozen people he would because he likes things done his way.

Yesterday I’d finally had enough of the state at the front of the house and decided to do something about it.  Lord knows I’ve asked Gordon often but somehow it just never happened.  Within a very short space of time the pressure washer appeared and he set it up, making a start on washing the concrete.  When he got a bit bored of that I took over, but he’d done quite a bit. 

We have a wooden picnic bench there and it had reached a stage where you could only really sit on it in old clothes, so I bought some garden paint in ‘Country Cream’ and announced at the end of the day that I would paint it today.  Gordon has an aversion to painted wood, but I thought that if I was going to do it, I’d do it how I wanted.  Lo and behold, a tin of timber care in rustic brown miraculously appeared from the shed, he’s upended the table, brushed it off and is busy painting it.  It isn’t the cream I would have liked, but at least it will look tidy.

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I can’t believe I forgot he had that trait.  Now, what else can I start badly so he feels the need to show me how it should be done?

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I’ve started going to a craft group during the day organised by my friend Myra once a month in a nearby hotel owned by her brother. Most of the time we make cards but in order to do something different she arranged for someone to show us how to make Easter cake decorations from fondant icing.  As you may recall, my favourite place in the house definitely isn’t the kitchen, but I wanted to go along for the experience – I’ll try anything once (well almost anything except maybe bungee jumping which I have no urge to attempt).

Much to my surprise I was rather good at it.  I seriously didn’t expect to be and I don’t wish to blow my own trumpet too loudly so here are the finished products so you can make your own mind up.  I enjoyed myself so much that I may even attempt it on my own.

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My first effort.  It’s an Easter bunny obviously and stands about three inches high.

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Easter ducklings.  Aren’t they cute?  These are smaller and are only about an inch tall.  Steph reckons the one in the middle looks a bit angry but I poked too big a hole for his eye which gives him a slightly manic expression.

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My third ‘project’ is the chicken on the left.  I didn’t like him so much, which is why I didn’t take a photo of him on his own, but he looked better once his beak was snipped open.

I’m not sure I’ll eat them although I don’t know what to do with them if I don’t.  I may even have to bake a cake!

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Why is it that whenever I see a teasel I have an overwhelming urge to turn it into a little hedgehog figure complete with bonnet and frock in a lovely Laura Ashley fabric?  I’m obviously a child of the seventies – and how did this idea ever become so popular?  Do you remember, everyone had at least one teasel-hedgehog figurine didn’t they?  Was that true everywhere or was it just the people I knew?

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Whilst washing down the milking parlour this morning I had a bit of a brain flash.  I often do when I’m washing down because I do it on automatic pilot more often than not so my brain is free to ramble off and talk to itself.  Since Gordon and I have been together, every time we have an occasion be it Christmas, birthday or anniversary and I unbox a shop-bought cake, my mother-in-law always – and I mean ALWAYS without fail – asks “did you make that yourself dear?”  I usually reply with “of course, then I boxed it up and have just now unpacked it”, to cover the fact that the question has irritated me and made me feel like a ‘bad’ housewife.  I suddenly realised this morning that in the whole time I’ve known her – some thirty years – I have never seen her make a cake or been offered a home-made cake.

No more guilt-trips for me!

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On Sunday we went out for lunch as a family.  The girls and Carl came home and dad treated us all to a carvery at The Friendly Spirit in Cannington.  The atmosphere and food were both excellent.  Kate bought us headwear to get us into the Christmas mood and we really enjoyed the afternoon.  She’d already been warned that the odds of getting Steve or Gordon to wear something on their heads were fairly slender so she didn’t bother to buy them any, which was just as well since they both thought it was silly!  Bah, humbug.

l have since found another use for my antlers so from everyone at the farm, have a very Merry Christmas and l’ll catch up with you afterwards.

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This is Jacqueline and honestly, she didn’t mind!

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