The Rough Cats have always had a mysterious tendency to take a summer holiday. We used to think they went hop-picking, but I am inclined now to think that following a perusal of the Sun, they are blagging their way onto EasyJet and going to Aiya Napa. Certainly, they have been away longer than ever […]
A fine and onomatopoeic word. In this case, describing the noises produced by the dear old dog’s insides. There are some plastic sacks of kitchen refuse in the garage, awaiting a trip to the dump. They have been there for some few days on the out of sight out of mind principle. The garage was […]
This afternoon, it was formally declared not summer any more: we swept out the greenhouse, picked the grapes, pruned the vine back to its skeleton, pruned everything else in there that gets pruned, and put the olives, bananas, lemons, palms and all such into their winter quarters. It was rather sad this year, because […]
Also on the domestic front: the washing machine has been behaving strangely for a while. Alan the Washing-Machine Whisperer appeared yesterday morning, and made it work. Reposing on top of the machine is a pair of black satin knickers: it seems a fair deduction that it is this fetching garment which somehow wormed its […]
One of the nicer things to happen in the last fortnight was the arrival of the windows for the bothy. We were beginning to despair on this topic, till we got wind, via the internet, of a group in Poland who will make windows and ship them. They apparently do the actual making for a […]