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...started with a feline home invasion. I woke around 3am to find two cats in the bedroom, where we usually only keep one.
I don't know who was most alarmed, me, Haggis or the stranger, who proved to be a huuuuge black tom with a white moustache and goatee, very handsome.
He'd inhaled Haggis' dinner, not a crumb left in the dish, then set out to explore the rest of the flat, finding us on the top floor.
He was chased back downstairs, and looked suitably chastened at being caught (vs the ginger tom who was evicted at arm's length hissing spitting and clawing), and Haggis spent much of Saturday peering into corners and under furniture, checking for further invaders.
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larmer and his family rang, to ask for shelter, as the airlines had scrambled their reservations, which we were happy to offer, so we had a further cheery, impromptu visit before the Larmers headed off to the museums again.
We in turn headed to the revel, to extend the reach of the heraldic bunting of the shire with new additions, as others pursued the arts of tabletweaving. I think we can expect another 4? 5? personal arms to the next length of bunting. Hurrah!
The potluck feast once more was an embarrassment of riches - Ruth's aigredouce was excellent, as was her pease pottage,emoni made an apple and pear pie, exmoor_cat whipped up angels hair (marscapone cheese sweetened, served on biscuits, yum), and zmiya_san a chicken dressed with orange and poudre douce. Nom nom nom. What a splendid foodie bunch we are.
Sunday was lazier; the Larmers had left in the wee hours for their connection, so we could lay about the morning, as is our wont, followed by a great deal of axe-sharpening (previously mentioned).
While it was all pleasant...it wasn't as restful as hoped-for. With work as stupid as it is at present, I'm desperate to recuperate on the weekends.
I don't know who was most alarmed, me, Haggis or the stranger, who proved to be a huuuuge black tom with a white moustache and goatee, very handsome.
He'd inhaled Haggis' dinner, not a crumb left in the dish, then set out to explore the rest of the flat, finding us on the top floor.
He was chased back downstairs, and looked suitably chastened at being caught (vs the ginger tom who was evicted at arm's length hissing spitting and clawing), and Haggis spent much of Saturday peering into corners and under furniture, checking for further invaders.
At 9am
larmer and his family rang, to ask for shelter, as the airlines had scrambled their reservations, which we were happy to offer, so we had a further cheery, impromptu visit before the Larmers headed off to the museums again.We in turn headed to the revel, to extend the reach of the heraldic bunting of the shire with new additions, as others pursued the arts of tabletweaving. I think we can expect another 4? 5? personal arms to the next length of bunting. Hurrah!
The potluck feast once more was an embarrassment of riches - Ruth's aigredouce was excellent, as was her pease pottage,
emoni made an apple and pear pie, exmoor_cat whipped up angels hair (marscapone cheese sweetened, served on biscuits, yum), and zmiya_san a chicken dressed with orange and poudre douce. Nom nom nom. What a splendid foodie bunch we are.Sunday was lazier; the Larmers had left in the wee hours for their connection, so we could lay about the morning, as is our wont, followed by a great deal of axe-sharpening (previously mentioned).
While it was all pleasant...it wasn't as restful as hoped-for. With work as stupid as it is at present, I'm desperate to recuperate on the weekends.
