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...
All's well.
I'm a reject
Old cat and kitten?
The Ginger Tom From Next Door
Goody...!
