Had my nose to the grindstone again today, flitting between two completely different family trees one full of Quakers and Baptists and people named Deliverance and Abel to the other, which is partly in Ireland, so is making my teeth curl in pure frustration...
But I did take several breaks to wander down the garden to the river...the water is incredibly clear but I didn't see any little fishes...the hazel tree is smothered in catkins and the hawthorn has tiny bright green buds just waiting for a couple more sunny days to open out...
I took the spectacles off the broken garden gnome...can use those for something...his hat is missing and his bright colours have faded...we used to have him sitting on the sitting-room windowsill but a pair of blue-tits tried to build a nest inside him...it was never going to work...so I pushed him under the rosemary bush.
The cats trailed after me, wailing piteously and slapping at my feet with their claws out...I do wish they could live indoors but Bobby would murder them and they aren't house-trained having spent their lives in the barns and the poly-tunnel...as soon as Bobby goes over the Rainbow Bridge I'm having a kitten! Told him that as well... so he keeled over on his back and waved his legs in the air with one bit of the flappy bit round his mouth hitched up on a tooth so it looks as though he's smiling...
But a kitten I shall have...a ginger one maybe or a tortoiseshell...
Mother had a Siamese cat...she had ideas about making vast amounts of money from breeding her and selling the kittens...Katinka...the cat...used to escape every time she was in season and mate with the first stinky old Tom cat she met...then she'd produce eight kittens that were worth nothing at all...
I ventured out into the front garden as well...ducking down when I heard a car coming in case a neighbour stopped to ask if I was better yet...they mean well of course they do...but they seem to think 'my bad chest' will resolve itself with a few pills and look crestfallen when I say it won't...
Alex came to call yesterday evening...he is such a dote...his mother wanted to borrow a needle and some blue thread because Alex's brother Jack had ripped his school trousers...with all the innocence of an eight year old, Alex manages to divulge the family secrets... his parents would be horrified if they knew what he tells us.
I rather think that's it for today...we have an earthenware jug full of daffodils on the table...I went back to my friends 11th Gt Grandfather...the blanket I'm crocheting is coming along and the colours are gorgeous...it'll be lovely when it's finished even though I say so myself...and I've downloaded a new thriller on my Kindle to read later on...
I enjoyed that walk to the river,with you and the cats,lol my Mum used to have a French Birman,so beautiful,with gorgeous sapphire blue eyes,I believe they are called temple cats as they used to guard the temple years ago. Her name was Tula,she pined when my Mum died,and died 2 months later,she never left my Mums side she only ever ventured into the garden,no where else,they both lived with us.
What do they say " out of the mouth of babes" as you say all said in complete innocence. Hope you will take a piccie of the bedspread and show us all
HI vashti lovely story as always. I love ginger cats and have had 2. Also fancied a tortoiseshell one as well but have never managed it (yet). My current one is my 2nd black and white one. x
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I don't mind the colour really...just want an indoor cat!
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The problem is though you don't know whether the cat wants to be indoors or out when you first get one unless you get a rescue cat who prefers indoors. If you get a cat who obviously wants to go outside it is cruel not to let it.
Why do you want an indoors cat where you live? x
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Nooooo....I want a cat who lives indoors but goes outside...my cats I have now are outside cats...they aren't housetrained and would pee everywhere...if I had a kitten she or he could go out and come in...
Sounds like a very good and satisfying day. Isn't the weather heavenly right now ? It even stayed fine for the parade yesterday, which as you know is practically unheard of. It's great that you can get out and about in the garden now. Enjoy !
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Amazing isn't it...Paddys Day parade without a drop of rain!
Lol, Vashti, kids just say it as it is. I'll never forget the day my nephew informed my SIL, that his mother couldn't stand her. Talk about an awkward silence. Haha.
"Not standing" is a strange expression. Does it mean not helping another to their feet.
"Put up with" is another. I found this:
"Thank you for replying kindly as usual and thank you for letting me know the nice website. The etymology of put up with is really interesting. To put up with sth was originally to put up;here the verb put means to place neatly and the particle or adverb up means into a place of storage like a pocket. So put up with something means to put the thing into one's pocket. That is, we put up with an insult means that we accept the insult and put it into our pocket or our receptacle without showing any anger. OK, now I got the logic why the phrase 'put up with' means to tolerate. From now on I'll put up with all the money I'll get. :wink: "
I wonder what book this comes from,I'm sure your writing a book ,when u read your book later on does it inspire you to write more ,sounds lovely by the pond.
Morning Vashti, Sounds as tho you had a really good day, I can almost see the daffodils in the jug, little Alex is obviously very entertaining, Best wishes Bulpit
Another wonderful story vashti and do enjoy the thriller. Have you ever read any Peter James? Very good writer and his stories are based in and around Brighton - well the Roy Grace novels are anway. Take care and glad all is well with you. Enjoy the daffs. xxx
Hope it is a good book vashti. Pete James Roy Grace series are detective novels but they are really good and easy to read. I like books that keep you guessing. xxxx
Morning Vashti, so enjoyed your chat!! I'm trying hard not to appear overly dramatic which I have a tendency to do. Lol. My daughter calls me a drama queen as I react to things that give me pleasure in the extreme. I use my limited descriptive vocabulary up very quickly!! So will leave you to imagine my pleasure from reading your post. Lol. Goodness, that was a long-winded thank you, huh!! That's another of my "faults"!!! But the pictures in my head run rampant while reading them.
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