My Nemesis: Devil Cat

I don't know whether I mentioned it, but Romy gave me a very funny book called 'Devil Cat' which is a kind of comic book for cat lovers. Needless to say, Devil cat is an animal of the Tobermory kind, crossed with Macavity. He is also black, of course, and rather similar to my own Malvolio.

The pile of foliage in the back garden is rotting down a bit, but I will have to tackle it eventually. Meanwhile I have lunch at the fairly appalling Tai Tip Mein to look forward to today, preceded by a few hours pulling clothes and bedding in and out of the washing machine.

Cremated Pier

I was trying to post a blog about the pier at Weston super Mare which has burned down. Here'a a snap I took a few weeks ago.

Saturday, 26 July 2008

Creeper Needing Clipping and Old Tart

This is the wall with all the stalks hanging down. I can't reach to trim them off and I might see if Woolies have one of those long handled pruner thingies. Such a pity the garden has to look so revolting while the weather is so nice. It would be good to be able to relax outside with a Pimm's.

This blog has gone out of control and I can't detach the fruit tart snap. This is a tart I made earlier.

Creeping Creeper

The pile of rubbish which takes up the whole garden at the back. The stalks are very long and will take ages to cut up. I am dumping even more on this pile because the creeper has also crept to the back of the garden and is now trying to smother everything there.

Look at this - I bought this teapot with a matching jug, and managed to find a nearly matching sugar bowl. It cost a lot of money and I came back from work recently to find the lid open. Trying to close it I realised it had been dropped on the floor and the lid bent out of shape. My cleaner had been that day, and obviously had dropped it. She didn't leave a note of explanation or apology, so I will definitely have to review her situation. I may not be able to get it mended, which means I will have to look for another large silver teapot which will no doubt cost a fortune. I am rather annoyed.

Also, Dorothy tells me that our last visitor to the Barcelona flat has 'broken the balcony' whatever that means. Again it will probably cost a fortune to put right, and the residents association can stop us from having any more people in the flat. I feel a move to Barcelona coming on - though the flat is so tiny - and what would happen to Malvolio? I don't suppose he fancies becoming an indoor cat in Barcelona. Oh dear. I am feeling very sorry for myself.

However it is very sunny outside and I am making a fresh loaf of bread, so I may not shuffle off this mortal coil for a bit.