Smoked Fish and Wet Felt…

Hot and blowy today. We have been out walking the hound, visiting the charity shop (me), and drinking coffee at our favourite Cafe Bambino where we snaggled the leather sofas and immersed ourselves in the various foreign magazines supplied. The dog was not impressed because the local schools had the temerity to be using their field for sports day and she could not make full use of it – and then we tied her up outside the coffee shop which forced her to whine for the entire time. People, Bah!

She will be even more annoyed when she realises we are going out tonight and she is not.

My lovely husband is in the kitchen listening to Hancock’s Half Hour and making Smoked Fish, Broccoli and Tomato Pasta Salad to take with us this evening. I do love Tony Hancock.  The radio plays are inspired and the other characters so strong. The telly programmes are good to, I think the first one I saw was The Radio Ham in which Hancock is the only character seen. If you like British comedy and haven’t had the pleasure of Hancock yet, it’s worth looking out for.

I am going on a wet felting (as opposed to needle felting) craft course tomorrow evening. My friend Vicky is running it and it is about incorporating other fibres like silk,  into felt. Should be a really enjoyable and social evening as many of the people from our craft group will be there. Also it is being held at Cafe Bambino, which is a big space, and Caroline the lovely lady who owns Bambino is supplying food.

It has been a long time since I did any wet felting and I am hoping it will give me the impetus to make some shawls and scarves.

Tony Hancock. We have a giant poster of this in our hall.
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Days of Pigs and Roses

…and I’m back

Spent the last couple of days visiting my Mum. Which is why I haven’t posted. No broadband connection you see, and as I have said before, dial up does my head in.

Got back on the train in time to have a coffee with my friend Evonne who calls in every Thursday after work. It was a lovely welcome home, as was being met at the station by Tude and then an over excited Polly who acts like she hasn’t seen me for years.

The roses in my garden have bloomed fragrantly and expansively in the 48 hours I have been away and the two tiny aubergines and a chilli that I planted by the back door have just completely disappeared.  It’s all happening…

It has been a year for canine losses – four dogs that I have known have died so far, two –  Bess and Sally in the last week. Very sad, good dogs all.

I’m not sure I could ever live without a dog but it is so hard when they get ill and die, especially when they have to be put down.  At least they have a fairly decent life span though, unlike the pet rats that I have had, that only live for a couple of years. I don’t think I will ever forget sobbing down the phone to the vet as my rat died on my lap. I don’t think the vet will either.

I would really like a miniature pig. I saw an article about them in today’s Guardian http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/nov/05/micro-pigs-pets-victoria-beckham They live for up to eighteen years and are seriously cute as well as being intelligent. Trouble is they are £700 – how can you spend so much money purchasing a companion animal when there are so many others desperately needing homes?

They are seriously cute though..

Taking Their Lives In Their Claws

We have some interesting creatures visiting our garden. They are around a lot more  now that Titch is no longer hanging about outside guarding the place. Not that she was a great guard dog, just a big old softie really. I once saw her lying at the top of the garden steps, when we were in the U.K., watching a couple of rats emerging from the garden next door to steal our birds bread. Titch stared at them intently, and I held my breath in anticipation of her erupting and chasing them out,  but she remained completely still. The rats hung around for a bit, then picked up their bread and ambled off.

The visitors we have at the moment are guinea fowl. They belong to a neighbour two houses up and were obviously well used to visiting our house before we moved in. Nether of us had seen this type of bird before so its been interesting.  They are quite noisy and most days, the male stands on his front fence and crows, he’s fun to watch. Unfortunately for them, Polly is not as passive as Titch and the other day she chased them. They flew up and the male landed on top of a cabbage tree, where he spent some time loudly scolding us.

Sneaky garden visitors
Sneaky garden visitors

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