I'm still tittering after taking on board some of your very interesting suggestions as to keeping the local Tom cat from terrorizing my somewhat domesticated moggies. First prize goes to Marg for her cunning plan – gleaned from a zoo keeper – of placing large piles of tiger or lion poo around my garden.
It wouldn't actually have been too difficult logistically, as we are just downwind of Whipsnade, but, as I had to point out to her, my garden is of such a small size that any large piles of anything would seriously impede mine and the cats' access so although thoughtful, not practical!!
The demise of my dishwasher
This time last week I was writing to tell you about the demise of my dishwasher. Well according to a very nice chap who was in my kitchen this morning, it has run its last cycle… can you believe that, after only two and a half years!!! I had to sit down quickly before a fit of the vapours took hold (it's a family thing) and then took out my cheque book to pay said lovely man, for having travelled from Bedford to break the news.
I do always try to look on the bright side however and as I said to him, it could have been worse, it could have been the oven. He nodded kindly, just as the bell on the oven sounded to say Sam's cake was ready. I told him it was for his 21st, and he said, wow, how posh?! Poor man thought the bell was my front door bell and I was having the cake delivered! Bless :)
Luckily it's turned out a treat and all I've got to do is ice it for later. I have somewhere the most fabulous photograph of Sam with chocolate cake all over his little face when he was about two years old. He liked squidging it between his fingers too. Made bathtime interesting I can tell you!!
A get together with the girls
Well must dash to meet up with Sam to pick up his present, then I'll be with you Wednesday and Thursday evenings before heading off to the Wimbledon Dog Track with my five girlfriends from the village here. I promise I'll have some photographs for you next week.
I've arranged a few surprises for the night which they're unaware of, but the military precision with which we have organised pick up, transport and return is awesome. Whether the taxi driver will survive six merry women all talking at once – there and back – (actually we usually sing on the return journey..1) remains to be seen! All will be revealed…
And on Mother's Day…
Let's hope that I will be up and rested for another of my school friend's 50th on the Saturday and then on Sunday I'm being completely spoilt by Lucy who is cooking lunch for me for Mothers Day. It'll just be her and I, Sam and Jack, and I have to say I can't wait. This time 25 years ago, I had just found out I was pregnant with her, and here I am all these years later with them all grown up… but what fabulous memories!
Have a lovely week, and do keep in touch.
Love Ali xx