Why has this blog changed? Have the blog gremlins been in overnight? Last night it wouldn’t let me post a comment. Unfortunately I didn’t know this until I’d posted three and later realised that they had disappeared into the ether. I used my common sense and thought it might be because I had reached twenty comments. This is a free blog and so it wasn’t beyond my powers of reasoning to assume that there could be a limit on comments. Well, it kinda made sense to me – as much as anything in this world does. This morning I can post comments so obviously there isn’t a limit on them but now all the borders have turned black. Brilliant. If I get to the end of this and it disappears I shall kill someone. Possibly myself.
I have to share something with you. Massively important breaking news … my first strawberry is almost ripe! Whoop woo. It might not tick your boxes but to me this is epic. You know how twitchers stake-out the nesting site of a rare bird and protect it with their very souls, well I’m showing the same commitment to this strawberry. Yeah, I know, I need to get a life but … to each to their own. Just look at it! Isn’t it just the sweetest little strawberry you have ever seen?
I think you’d better also take a gander at the cabbages because they are looking good. We moan and complain about the rain in this country but it does make everything grow, far better than all the tap water you can throw at it. I need to shut up now because I’m even boring myself.
More good news. Chea’s first collar has returned. Not on its own, obviously. I happened to be walking down the garden on my way back to house to do something of paramount importance, when I was scared poohless by the neighbour, hanging over the fence. Maybe that should be leaning over the fence not hanging? He was mending it apparently. Cobbling together something that needs ripping down and replacing but …it’s cheaper, in fact, free. After I ‘d screamed in sheer horror at his balding head and in turn almost made him fall off his ladder and into his pond I asked him if he’d come across Chea’s collars anywhere in his garden. He said he had found a purple one, stuck in his bean netting. I avoided the innuendo that Chea had been in his beans causing death and ruin to his little plants and said, ‘oh good.’ Off he toddled to fetch it. So now we have two collars in use and two spare ones in the drawer. Also six spare bells and four spare name discs. Call me what you like but never call me unprepared.
Chea has ‘found’ her pattern now. She is allowed in and out until four/five in the afternoon and I then insist she comes in. She fills her pretty little face before tootling off to the bedroom where she crashes out on the bed until around seven. Then she graces us with her presence and insists that I cuddle her. Tough life! She tend to stays in the garden more now. I think the novelty of long distance travel is gradually wearing off. As with most things they only appeal if you can’t do them. She chases every fly, spider, wasp and bee and her antics have me in stitches. She has been stung on the paw twice, to date, but doesn’t seem to mind – or learn. I did find her charging through the strawberries after a very large spider and had to grab her quickly before my precious first-born strawberry was destroyed. Talking of which …I did give it a jolly good watering with liquid manure so I may let Richard have this first strawberry. See? How kind am I?
I’d better get off my butt and go and cut the bloody lawn …
Take care my lovelies x