I have just been given a Martha Stewart book on cup cakes - so different to the ones we make in the UK. I watched a TV program from USA the Cake bake off, well I was really impressed.
Just what was the red velvet cupcake? how did they do all those flavours and the cakes look so good.
I have watched Ace of Cakes, watching Duff and his staff making the most amazing things, only to be bemused by dirty icing, pound cake, stuff that looks like sticky rice krispies!
So many things, some I have worked out, some I am still trying to understand, my American cousins (I do have some scattered around the USA) have such amazing variety of wonderful cake ingredients.
I am now trying make some cakes from Martha's book but failed today as I had no buttermilk! However just doing my online shopping I have found Buttermilk. Now I need to go through the book and just how many more things we actually have here.
This is going to fun and more interesting than the old Victoria sponge. Plus I have asked for cup cakes for my birthday cake this year - maybe red velvet or piped butter cream rose cupcakes or almond-hazelnut cup cakes with faux - bois toppers.
Oh I can just see my daughter cringing now at thought of having to come home from work and set to on the elaborate cup cakes. Hang on she got me the book and does like to cook sometimes.
Roll on birthday I hope to a plate of yummy cup cakes at dinner mmmmmm
Saturday, 13 November 2010
Thursday, 11 November 2010
Cats and Dogs
I haven't blogged for ages, not that I don't have anything to write about but when I think 'Oh I just write something' along comes my big black cat who sits on the keyboard.
This a house full of cats we have 5 plus any number that we foster for a large animal rescue society. I not sure how I came to have cats I am a dog person, my Grandparents had three standard poodles who I shared dog biscuits with!
The Poodles were not show dogs but did have a rather glorious Pedigree name. Thank goodness my grandparents just cut the dogs coats into 'the puppy cut' or 'the lamb cut' No dogs would grace their house with bare butts thank you very much.
There was a cat he had an attitude mainly aimed at me! What did I do wrong well I didn't understand cats that was the first thing - it was his stall I tried to sit on - it was his ice cream paper to lick not mine. He could keep his coley cooked in milk that was just yucky. However he kept his one eye fixed on me in case I tried anything. He never gave me as much as a purr or a rub.
So it was the dogs that won my heart, they would let me sit on their sofa, cuddle them, sleep on them, they were my friends and I think we were all of the same opinion of the cat.
Life has strange things for children to understand, first my grandfather disappeared , then granny, then the dogs. The cat had already gone and I wasn't that bothered it meant I could sit on the stall with a smug face. What my Mother and Aunts had failed to tell me that all these people and animals had died. I was very young so I suppose they thought it was the best way to deal with it, actually it gave me a great fear that if anyone went away I would never see them again.
So how comes I cats, well the first one came to me via a friend, I named him after one of the dogs. It was this cat that decided that my late hubby was the one. I was actually holding the cat when hubby and me had our first kiss :)
From that day it was always cats my hubby loved them and now understood cats so that made it better. However my dog love was still there in the background! We moved to Somerset by then there were two young children, six cats, guinea pigs and rabbits phew! Hubby had to go away a lot and I wasn't always that keen to be on my own. So we got a dog oh yes finally I had a dog.
I took her to training classes, we did all the walking to heel and other strange things you see on Crufts she did it beautifully. Unless my hubby was on the stage watching then all she wanted was him she adored him, needed him so all training was forgotten and I would be left looking like a complete idiot as she would dash off get on the stage and sit beside him with love radiating out of her big brown eyes.
Many years later our old cats and the dog all passed away. We got more cats but not dogs Hubby was a cat man so that was that. Until I found I could puppy walk for the Guide Dogs, finally I could have a dog train it, love it to pieces then see it go off to become a guide dog we did this for a few years and even hubby loved it.
Then suddenly our world started to change, I had to help to care for a relative and child mind some children of the family. So no more dogs life suddenly became so busy I hardly had anytime for me. Changes were on the way again in a couple years when hubby found out he had cancer, so once again dogs were out the question. Hubby cancer was terminal 24hour care needed.
In April 2005 we lost hubby the kids and me devastated. Even our cat wonder what was going on.
Life went on in this weird way, you know day to day living.
Then out of the blue I got a phone call, one of my puppies had been retired would I like him! Hell yes, back came my dog he did remember me, he was a mummies boy we had a great time walking in the park, he loved swimming in the river, loved our cats including the foster cats and kittens. Whats more I didn't mind my house smelling of wet dog or covered in hairs. He liked to be Dyson anyway and we washed him in lush shower gels.
Last year 23rd December my wedding anniversary my son and I had to make that awful trip to the vets. My son said goodbye and went out, I sat on the floor with my dogs head on my lap his beautiful brown eyes looking deep into my soul as he slipped quietly away.
Christmas was not good, not only had I lost my dog but it was on my wedding anniversary. But I slipped over on the way to vets hitting my head really hard. I didn't go to the hospital, I know I should have. Somehow the thought of being in A&E just after losing my dog was just to much.
After this Christmas I am going to look for another dog, maybe a standard Poodle it would be great if I could find one with a connection to my grandparents poodles. Now that would be fantastic :)
This a house full of cats we have 5 plus any number that we foster for a large animal rescue society. I not sure how I came to have cats I am a dog person, my Grandparents had three standard poodles who I shared dog biscuits with!
The Poodles were not show dogs but did have a rather glorious Pedigree name. Thank goodness my grandparents just cut the dogs coats into 'the puppy cut' or 'the lamb cut' No dogs would grace their house with bare butts thank you very much.
There was a cat he had an attitude mainly aimed at me! What did I do wrong well I didn't understand cats that was the first thing - it was his stall I tried to sit on - it was his ice cream paper to lick not mine. He could keep his coley cooked in milk that was just yucky. However he kept his one eye fixed on me in case I tried anything. He never gave me as much as a purr or a rub.
So it was the dogs that won my heart, they would let me sit on their sofa, cuddle them, sleep on them, they were my friends and I think we were all of the same opinion of the cat.
Life has strange things for children to understand, first my grandfather disappeared , then granny, then the dogs. The cat had already gone and I wasn't that bothered it meant I could sit on the stall with a smug face. What my Mother and Aunts had failed to tell me that all these people and animals had died. I was very young so I suppose they thought it was the best way to deal with it, actually it gave me a great fear that if anyone went away I would never see them again.
So how comes I cats, well the first one came to me via a friend, I named him after one of the dogs. It was this cat that decided that my late hubby was the one. I was actually holding the cat when hubby and me had our first kiss :)
From that day it was always cats my hubby loved them and now understood cats so that made it better. However my dog love was still there in the background! We moved to Somerset by then there were two young children, six cats, guinea pigs and rabbits phew! Hubby had to go away a lot and I wasn't always that keen to be on my own. So we got a dog oh yes finally I had a dog.
I took her to training classes, we did all the walking to heel and other strange things you see on Crufts she did it beautifully. Unless my hubby was on the stage watching then all she wanted was him she adored him, needed him so all training was forgotten and I would be left looking like a complete idiot as she would dash off get on the stage and sit beside him with love radiating out of her big brown eyes.
Many years later our old cats and the dog all passed away. We got more cats but not dogs Hubby was a cat man so that was that. Until I found I could puppy walk for the Guide Dogs, finally I could have a dog train it, love it to pieces then see it go off to become a guide dog we did this for a few years and even hubby loved it.
Then suddenly our world started to change, I had to help to care for a relative and child mind some children of the family. So no more dogs life suddenly became so busy I hardly had anytime for me. Changes were on the way again in a couple years when hubby found out he had cancer, so once again dogs were out the question. Hubby cancer was terminal 24hour care needed.
In April 2005 we lost hubby the kids and me devastated. Even our cat wonder what was going on.
Life went on in this weird way, you know day to day living.
Then out of the blue I got a phone call, one of my puppies had been retired would I like him! Hell yes, back came my dog he did remember me, he was a mummies boy we had a great time walking in the park, he loved swimming in the river, loved our cats including the foster cats and kittens. Whats more I didn't mind my house smelling of wet dog or covered in hairs. He liked to be Dyson anyway and we washed him in lush shower gels.
Last year 23rd December my wedding anniversary my son and I had to make that awful trip to the vets. My son said goodbye and went out, I sat on the floor with my dogs head on my lap his beautiful brown eyes looking deep into my soul as he slipped quietly away.
Christmas was not good, not only had I lost my dog but it was on my wedding anniversary. But I slipped over on the way to vets hitting my head really hard. I didn't go to the hospital, I know I should have. Somehow the thought of being in A&E just after losing my dog was just to much.
After this Christmas I am going to look for another dog, maybe a standard Poodle it would be great if I could find one with a connection to my grandparents poodles. Now that would be fantastic :)
Friday, 30 July 2010
Everyone need good neighbours.
Oh dear I have really put my foot in it!
My neighbours - are the everyday kind of neighbours who have loud voices. We sort of get use to them however they also fly off the handle.
The language is somewhat eye opening! It is not just the kids it is the parent as well. Banging walls, doors, car doors any time day and night, I really mean this.
We put up a 6 foot fence in an effort to stop balls or children coming into garden. For the most part it has worked but have still had things thrown over for the fun of it!
The children are all teenagers so now have raging hormones that have made them twice as bad. Boy when they argue with parent or sibling the only clear words are the swear words and I am afraid to say it is the parent as well. So they have learned by example!
Now it is Summer holidays we have to suffer the music as well, well the bass , thump thump thump. Sit in the garden you can guarantee that a shouting match will start, sometimes with the music as well. Whoopee do! You now have two options sit in garden trying to ignore it or retreat back in the house muttering obscenities or what you would like to do to them.
Yesterday after a very long day and the night before a big shouting session the banging on the wall started - right we banged back on the wall they continued.' OK' I said 'Daughter with me' we went mob handed, I banged and I mean banged on the door.
'Who's that' came the reply 'your neighbour' the retort. Door opens, me 'We have had it up to here' tapping forehead 'with the swearing and now the banging'. Slight pause by neighbour, me oh god now I am going to get it thinking thank goodness daughter is with me.
Neighbour says ' er mm one of the teenagers banging nail in wall' Me Oh hell, now time to grovel 'I do apologise for banging on your door so loudly ....... My daughter steps in and says It has been a very long day for us.
We retreat back to our house, going oh holy crap, can you imagine what they are now saying about us!
Then we go hang on a minute, you can almost push a nail in with your fingers (pre fab bungalow) and the neighbour didn't even acknowledge the swearing bit or even say sorry for any of the noise.
Me thinks must control my temper, think before I act, engage brain before saying anything, take a few deep breathes. Okay I can do that, I am usually a nice person, even tempered, fairly tolerant - hang on just one minute here brain shut up with the platitudes.
Why should I take all this crap, why should things rattle on our walls, I want to sit in my garden and enjoy peace and quiet, not have them running over our drive, dropping litter, the list is just too long.
Maybe they will be quiet now, oh deary no, loud voices already to day, slamming doors, running over our drive. I expect the next real shouting match will start soon. As my neighbours nearby often say 'We don't know how you put up with it, those children are so rude and the parent swearing at her offspring'. The neighbours can always hear the noise as well but in a lesser degree.
How to cope with this, I do not know but I live in hope that they move (not going to happen) kill each other (again a bit excessive) Oh I know suddenly become a normal family that remembers that neighbours have ears and really rather not listen to domestics or even conversations.
Is this going to happen, never, I will wait for the pig to fly over first! Here we go again I am off to find some earplugs :)
My neighbours - are the everyday kind of neighbours who have loud voices. We sort of get use to them however they also fly off the handle.
The language is somewhat eye opening! It is not just the kids it is the parent as well. Banging walls, doors, car doors any time day and night, I really mean this.
We put up a 6 foot fence in an effort to stop balls or children coming into garden. For the most part it has worked but have still had things thrown over for the fun of it!
The children are all teenagers so now have raging hormones that have made them twice as bad. Boy when they argue with parent or sibling the only clear words are the swear words and I am afraid to say it is the parent as well. So they have learned by example!
Now it is Summer holidays we have to suffer the music as well, well the bass , thump thump thump. Sit in the garden you can guarantee that a shouting match will start, sometimes with the music as well. Whoopee do! You now have two options sit in garden trying to ignore it or retreat back in the house muttering obscenities or what you would like to do to them.
Yesterday after a very long day and the night before a big shouting session the banging on the wall started - right we banged back on the wall they continued.' OK' I said 'Daughter with me' we went mob handed, I banged and I mean banged on the door.
'Who's that' came the reply 'your neighbour' the retort. Door opens, me 'We have had it up to here' tapping forehead 'with the swearing and now the banging'. Slight pause by neighbour, me oh god now I am going to get it thinking thank goodness daughter is with me.
Neighbour says ' er mm one of the teenagers banging nail in wall' Me Oh hell, now time to grovel 'I do apologise for banging on your door so loudly ....... My daughter steps in and says It has been a very long day for us.
We retreat back to our house, going oh holy crap, can you imagine what they are now saying about us!
Then we go hang on a minute, you can almost push a nail in with your fingers (pre fab bungalow) and the neighbour didn't even acknowledge the swearing bit or even say sorry for any of the noise.
Me thinks must control my temper, think before I act, engage brain before saying anything, take a few deep breathes. Okay I can do that, I am usually a nice person, even tempered, fairly tolerant - hang on just one minute here brain shut up with the platitudes.
Why should I take all this crap, why should things rattle on our walls, I want to sit in my garden and enjoy peace and quiet, not have them running over our drive, dropping litter, the list is just too long.
Maybe they will be quiet now, oh deary no, loud voices already to day, slamming doors, running over our drive. I expect the next real shouting match will start soon. As my neighbours nearby often say 'We don't know how you put up with it, those children are so rude and the parent swearing at her offspring'. The neighbours can always hear the noise as well but in a lesser degree.
How to cope with this, I do not know but I live in hope that they move (not going to happen) kill each other (again a bit excessive) Oh I know suddenly become a normal family that remembers that neighbours have ears and really rather not listen to domestics or even conversations.
Is this going to happen, never, I will wait for the pig to fly over first! Here we go again I am off to find some earplugs :)
Sunday, 13 June 2010
Just sometimes
I often wonder why things happen to me?
Today I got my hand stuck in the weighing scales when lifting them to put back where they are kept. Trouble was they had a weight still on them and the back door got involved - don't ask I am still trying to work it out myself. Result sore hand and cut on other arm.
Next thing, go to tool shed lean on lawnmower to retrieve an item, next thing I am flaying around as the lawn mower moved. Okay, bruise ego and hurt back not helped by daughter laughing!
Then decide to clean out fish tank filter, without turning it off. Something I often do! This time the magnet twirly things flies out, I try to retrieve it but it falls behind settee. Push settee out of the way in the process knock coffee table over spreading Ginger beer everywhere. Daughters make up bag goes flying by now the air is blue not just my language but the filter.
I can't get to the plug quickly, have to empty out DVD cupboard plus the fish food. It is just getting worse one of the cats pounces on fish food container and does a runner with it. Do I chase the cat or get the plug out of socket decide on the latter. Finally get the plug out one handed, then start to look for all the bits.
Oh poop, it is all in bits put it all together plug back in nothing not a sausage. Try fiddling with it again nope it is one truly dead pump. Put all the DVD's back into cupboard retrieve fish food from cat, who thankfully didn't get into the tub not for the want of trying.
Now start on mess in lounge clean up the spilt drink, gather up daughters make up, get settee back. Okay everything back to normal now. I begin to wonder what will happen next!
Actually nothing so far I thought then I made my self some coffee sat down put coffee on mat and spilt it. I am sorry I bloody well give up, Oh yes it is the 13th today should have stayed under the duvet might just have not done so much damage :)
Today I got my hand stuck in the weighing scales when lifting them to put back where they are kept. Trouble was they had a weight still on them and the back door got involved - don't ask I am still trying to work it out myself. Result sore hand and cut on other arm.
Next thing, go to tool shed lean on lawnmower to retrieve an item, next thing I am flaying around as the lawn mower moved. Okay, bruise ego and hurt back not helped by daughter laughing!
Then decide to clean out fish tank filter, without turning it off. Something I often do! This time the magnet twirly things flies out, I try to retrieve it but it falls behind settee. Push settee out of the way in the process knock coffee table over spreading Ginger beer everywhere. Daughters make up bag goes flying by now the air is blue not just my language but the filter.
I can't get to the plug quickly, have to empty out DVD cupboard plus the fish food. It is just getting worse one of the cats pounces on fish food container and does a runner with it. Do I chase the cat or get the plug out of socket decide on the latter. Finally get the plug out one handed, then start to look for all the bits.
Oh poop, it is all in bits put it all together plug back in nothing not a sausage. Try fiddling with it again nope it is one truly dead pump. Put all the DVD's back into cupboard retrieve fish food from cat, who thankfully didn't get into the tub not for the want of trying.
Now start on mess in lounge clean up the spilt drink, gather up daughters make up, get settee back. Okay everything back to normal now. I begin to wonder what will happen next!
Actually nothing so far I thought then I made my self some coffee sat down put coffee on mat and spilt it. I am sorry I bloody well give up, Oh yes it is the 13th today should have stayed under the duvet might just have not done so much damage :)
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Dreaming of a lovely lawn
My grass or my lawn if I am being posh is about as tall as an elephants eye! Honestly I know some where out in the garden lurks a few things. One being a garden bench I saw it about a week ago, it has now nicely blended in with the tall grass.
There are well defined paw paths of our cats leading to various routes and hidey holes. If you are not careful you can walk straight into the pond because that is green as well.
The cats are catching more things, one left a head rat size in my bedroom, so so glad he didn't put on face whilst I was sleeping Godfather style.The other day one cat was playing football in the kitchen with a tiny vole head.
So why hasn't my grass been cut, the lawn mower works, everyone is capable of using the lawn mower but somehow they are always busy or it is raining or to hot. What is the solution get a herd of goats in to eat the grass, yeah right they would leave the grass and eat the plants!
What is the plan then - me - I will have to face the grass myself. Could hire someone but I would get the builders bum guy not the good looking gardeners you see on TV. So thats out unless someone could send round Joe Swift or Alan Titchmarsh a girl can dream......................
There are well defined paw paths of our cats leading to various routes and hidey holes. If you are not careful you can walk straight into the pond because that is green as well.
The cats are catching more things, one left a head rat size in my bedroom, so so glad he didn't put on face whilst I was sleeping Godfather style.The other day one cat was playing football in the kitchen with a tiny vole head.
So why hasn't my grass been cut, the lawn mower works, everyone is capable of using the lawn mower but somehow they are always busy or it is raining or to hot. What is the solution get a herd of goats in to eat the grass, yeah right they would leave the grass and eat the plants!
What is the plan then - me - I will have to face the grass myself. Could hire someone but I would get the builders bum guy not the good looking gardeners you see on TV. So thats out unless someone could send round Joe Swift or Alan Titchmarsh a girl can dream......................
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
Fighting with a cat!
So last night our foster cat was in her cage all safe and secure. She is a really a sweet cat however she has been rescued from a cat hoarder, so not many social niceties yet.
We can stroke, tickle her chin and pick her up for little while. She is vocal little thing only about 8mths old and very tiny. When she was picked up the poor thing had kittens, this wasn't realised until after she had been spayed as another cat was feeding her kittens!
Anyway back to last night she is shouting about something, this was about 1.00am, I go and talk to her this has her scurrying back to bed to hide from me.
This morning, I throw back the blanket that covers her cage - no cat - by this time I had let our cats out opened up windows and doors. PANIC. I have lost a cat from a closed cage how???
Action stations shut windows and doors, quick check with family, no they hadn't looked at her this morning. Quick phone call to rescue society to say I had lost the cat - do you realise how stupid you feel telling someone that the cage is completely locked and the cat has got out.
On further inspection it seems that a tiny gap runs along the bottom of the cage, this cat has squeezed her self out like toothpaste. Now the hunt is on finding a tiny gap that the cat could get into. Not behind settee, please not behind the fridge freezer, not in the towel cupboard (fav spot for our cats), not in my bed room. Daughters other half checks their room, our last foster cat was caught taking her kittens under their bed a couple times.
She just wasn't anywhere, I am really panicing now this cat has just been spayed, still has stitches. Now I am really getting worried, starting to look in ridiculous places, I mean is the cat really going to be hiding in a lampshade hanging from the ceiling!
Finally daughters other half shouts I can see her! Right at the back of a king size bed with boxes and all sorts. So I am now flat on the floor with shepherds crook (doesn't everyone have one) trying to hook the cat, oh yes the cats really pleased to see me with a stick trying poke her!
She suddenly moves, NO, NO please don't go behind any more stuff. One quick swipe of the crook and I am face to face with a cat. Grab the scruff, cat folds round my arms, I am still laying flat on the floor. Bloody hell how can a little cat hurt so much, I hang on, so does she with 18 claws and a mouthful of sharp teeth. I let go.
Cat legs it, I scramble up, what a smell she has poohed and weed, I feel something drip, great I have weed on, ouch ouch no it is my blood. The cat has gone to ground in the lounge, I grab a load of kitchen towel and mop up my blood. Now the hunt is back on, I found her behind the settee, I move the settee she runs behind the fish tank.
The cupboards under the tank are used to store cookery books and DVDs. Right she is not getting away I remove a few books and see a bit of fur. Both hands in to cupboard grab available fur and pull her out thinking please don't burst the stitches. Out she comes, poor thing, put back into cage again, things are shove over the escape root. Cat looks a bit peeved, that is being polite to say the least. I cover her cage up with a blanket she needs to rest and get over her trauma.
I then decide to check my injury, change that to injuries, blood still pouring, traipse off to bathroom to wash everything. Daughters other half deals with the mess in their room, including my blood!
Next problem I need to dress the wounds, I am allergic to plasters and micropore. So I find dressings and tape stick things on me, it will have to do for now.
Go back to check the cat I give her a rub on the head she doesn't seem to mind, contrary thing. Wait for daughter to get back from work, she thinks I been for blood test! My arms are covered in dressings what kind of blood tests did she think I was having?
Anyway she then goes into first aid mode, removing the dressing and tape I go into scratch mode my arms have a nice rash! I end up with both arms bandaged from wrist to elbow and still I have some cuts showing!
Tonight I took the bandages off as they had resembled baggy socks! The trouble is I have to go to the Doctors tomorrow to have my blood pressure checked! I hope my tetanus jabs are up to date or I could be having another sharp thing in my arm.
Our little cat has now got another cage, this cage is suppose to be escape proof with a cat carrier so she can hide. This little cat has eaten her dinner, used the dirt tray, shouted about things and let me stroke her. So I must be forgiven I think, this morning she is still in the cage Thank goodness!
I go off to Doctors, blood pressure fine and joy of joys am up to date on jabs. Oh the cat decided to have another swipe at me this afternoon, she missed!
We can stroke, tickle her chin and pick her up for little while. She is vocal little thing only about 8mths old and very tiny. When she was picked up the poor thing had kittens, this wasn't realised until after she had been spayed as another cat was feeding her kittens!
Anyway back to last night she is shouting about something, this was about 1.00am, I go and talk to her this has her scurrying back to bed to hide from me.
This morning, I throw back the blanket that covers her cage - no cat - by this time I had let our cats out opened up windows and doors. PANIC. I have lost a cat from a closed cage how???
Action stations shut windows and doors, quick check with family, no they hadn't looked at her this morning. Quick phone call to rescue society to say I had lost the cat - do you realise how stupid you feel telling someone that the cage is completely locked and the cat has got out.
On further inspection it seems that a tiny gap runs along the bottom of the cage, this cat has squeezed her self out like toothpaste. Now the hunt is on finding a tiny gap that the cat could get into. Not behind settee, please not behind the fridge freezer, not in the towel cupboard (fav spot for our cats), not in my bed room. Daughters other half checks their room, our last foster cat was caught taking her kittens under their bed a couple times.
She just wasn't anywhere, I am really panicing now this cat has just been spayed, still has stitches. Now I am really getting worried, starting to look in ridiculous places, I mean is the cat really going to be hiding in a lampshade hanging from the ceiling!
Finally daughters other half shouts I can see her! Right at the back of a king size bed with boxes and all sorts. So I am now flat on the floor with shepherds crook (doesn't everyone have one) trying to hook the cat, oh yes the cats really pleased to see me with a stick trying poke her!
She suddenly moves, NO, NO please don't go behind any more stuff. One quick swipe of the crook and I am face to face with a cat. Grab the scruff, cat folds round my arms, I am still laying flat on the floor. Bloody hell how can a little cat hurt so much, I hang on, so does she with 18 claws and a mouthful of sharp teeth. I let go.
Cat legs it, I scramble up, what a smell she has poohed and weed, I feel something drip, great I have weed on, ouch ouch no it is my blood. The cat has gone to ground in the lounge, I grab a load of kitchen towel and mop up my blood. Now the hunt is back on, I found her behind the settee, I move the settee she runs behind the fish tank.
The cupboards under the tank are used to store cookery books and DVDs. Right she is not getting away I remove a few books and see a bit of fur. Both hands in to cupboard grab available fur and pull her out thinking please don't burst the stitches. Out she comes, poor thing, put back into cage again, things are shove over the escape root. Cat looks a bit peeved, that is being polite to say the least. I cover her cage up with a blanket she needs to rest and get over her trauma.
I then decide to check my injury, change that to injuries, blood still pouring, traipse off to bathroom to wash everything. Daughters other half deals with the mess in their room, including my blood!
Next problem I need to dress the wounds, I am allergic to plasters and micropore. So I find dressings and tape stick things on me, it will have to do for now.
Go back to check the cat I give her a rub on the head she doesn't seem to mind, contrary thing. Wait for daughter to get back from work, she thinks I been for blood test! My arms are covered in dressings what kind of blood tests did she think I was having?
Anyway she then goes into first aid mode, removing the dressing and tape I go into scratch mode my arms have a nice rash! I end up with both arms bandaged from wrist to elbow and still I have some cuts showing!
Tonight I took the bandages off as they had resembled baggy socks! The trouble is I have to go to the Doctors tomorrow to have my blood pressure checked! I hope my tetanus jabs are up to date or I could be having another sharp thing in my arm.
Our little cat has now got another cage, this cage is suppose to be escape proof with a cat carrier so she can hide. This little cat has eaten her dinner, used the dirt tray, shouted about things and let me stroke her. So I must be forgiven I think, this morning she is still in the cage Thank goodness!
I go off to Doctors, blood pressure fine and joy of joys am up to date on jabs. Oh the cat decided to have another swipe at me this afternoon, she missed!
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
Witches in my garden
Witches in the garden and it is not Halloween! Just what is going on? Have I had my garden taken over by a load witches cruising the night skies looking for a place to boil newts, frogs and other things? Will I be able to go out without getting a spell cast on me, actually will I be brave enough to even venture out.
How do you get rid of witches, you can't go out saying 'be gone you evil fiends' because you are just asking to get zapped! So what do you do, ring a helpline? Hang up Garlic no that is for vampires. Gosh this hard. I have decided that the best thing would be to go out and ask if they are lost or just having a quick rest from that volcano dust it must be playing havoc with the broomsticks. Right I am big and brave, so here goes what the worse that could happen ermm they could turn me into something horrid. Come on get a grip it is your garden, I know but but, enough of the excuses get on with it!
So here goes I look out of the back door, what, that is my eldest out there. Oh I forgot she is having friends round tonight Pagan friends!
They are holding a belated birthday party for her other half. So no witches flying around casting spells just a bunch of friends in normal clothes, no broom sticks only our cats in the garden. Lots of chatting, eating and drinking, definitely no bubbling cauldrons.
So all is safe in my garden, just a group of friends covering an age span of 20's to 50's who all happen to be Pagans. I don't get turned into something nasty just greeted with smiles and really friendly people. All is well in the garden phew:)
How do you get rid of witches, you can't go out saying 'be gone you evil fiends' because you are just asking to get zapped! So what do you do, ring a helpline? Hang up Garlic no that is for vampires. Gosh this hard. I have decided that the best thing would be to go out and ask if they are lost or just having a quick rest from that volcano dust it must be playing havoc with the broomsticks. Right I am big and brave, so here goes what the worse that could happen ermm they could turn me into something horrid. Come on get a grip it is your garden, I know but but, enough of the excuses get on with it!
So here goes I look out of the back door, what, that is my eldest out there. Oh I forgot she is having friends round tonight Pagan friends!
They are holding a belated birthday party for her other half. So no witches flying around casting spells just a bunch of friends in normal clothes, no broom sticks only our cats in the garden. Lots of chatting, eating and drinking, definitely no bubbling cauldrons.
So all is safe in my garden, just a group of friends covering an age span of 20's to 50's who all happen to be Pagans. I don't get turned into something nasty just greeted with smiles and really friendly people. All is well in the garden phew:)
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