Feeling slightly more cheerful today, after writing a really fun piece about Raymond Evison, interviewing Alain de Botton for the Times, and then digging my allotment for an hour.
My latest thoughts on cats:
Last week, I was back to thinking cats are rubbish. This is because one of them actually managed to get inside my bag of coarse grit and do a poo. How is this even gymnastically possible? And why? Except that I guess coarse grit is a bit like kitty litter.
Then last night I heard an insistent miaowing: I opened the window to see what on earth was going on and the pussycat just jumped right past me, into my house and took a tour. She was particularly interested in the spot under the stairs where I suspect mice come from, and turned her cute little nose up at some cold chicken in favour of sticking her head right down the side of the floorboards in that spot. I took a photo - what a sweet little cat. If I had to have a cat, I 'd have one like that.
Anyway back to the allotment. Was particularly pleased to see that the allotment secretary has not been to her plot in what looks like weeks and it's covered in docks, so I can hardly be going to get into too much trouble, can I? Especially as I HAVE GROWN A CABBAGE.....
I don't know how you personally feel about savoy cabbage but I couldn't really be any more pleased with myself. All it has to do now is heart up... YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM. I have never grown a brassica before.... EXTREEEEEMMMLY PROUD OF MYSELF!
2 comments:
Sounds like you might be 'adopted' - he/she looks just like one of our previous cats, Lucy.
Well done on your cabbage - you have got it protected against pesky pigeons haven't you? I do hope there won't be trouble at t'plot if you haven't...
How's the snot situation?
We should be told.
Ps brilliant cabbage - you're a natural
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