We have been worrying about Miss Kit for some time. She was at the vet’s last week, but didn’t seem to be a whole lot better, so while I was at work, the Professor took her back again. Having been alarmed by an unruly dog in the waiting room, she threw her occasional but most […]
When we were all in Cromarty, the Professor was hanging out with the Queen of Cracked China, while godpapa and I racketed round the countryside looking at unsuitable cottages (a different story), when a stranger came into the shop and proved, on inspection, to be no stranger at all, but a woman last seen twenty […]
We’ve ended up having a rather virtuous day. A fortnight ago, the Two Nice Girls, our market gardeners, included a vegetable marrow in our box for the week, since when, being rather busy, we pretty much looked the other way and pretended they hadn’t. This week we had a pumpkin. There were also quantities of […]
We had a nice message yesterday morning from friends even norther than we are (i.e. Tromso): along with sharing some seasonal thoughts, there was a warning message. According to the Norwegian weather man, the unseasonably early wintry conditions then afflicting Tromso were on their way south, and it was very likely that they would reach […]
We have something of a problem with the heating system, which has caused us to turn it off for the last three days. Fortunately, it’s not yet particularly cold, though creeping damp is a problem. We each have a fan heater in our study, kitchens are warmed by cooking operations, and there’s a free standing […]
We’re suddenly over the point when you can say that slanting golden light constitutes lingering summer: the year is taking long strides down to its close. Last night when I took Miss Cat out, the grass was glittering with a pale fur of frost. The dahlias are blackened skeletons, blast them, since we’ve had hardly […]
An annual battle is in process. It is bright, but cold. Every time I shut my study door an animal eventuates and insists on going through it. Basically, that it should stand half open all the time is an unnegotiable demand as far as the floor level community is concerned. Moreover, Barry the Great is […]
The rhythms of the term are beginning to establish. Miss Kit is beginning to remember that if she is taken out to relieve herself first thing and I have a bus to catch, she is expected to get on with it. Miss Dog, fortunately, is very equable about being left for long periods, though […]