Monthly Archives: September 2015

The artists’s curse.

You can’t escape it Millie, you’ll have to explain yourself!
the artists curse


Saw Arnie playing with something in the corner of the dining room this evening. Thought it was a big spider and turned away but then the image of what was actually…

mouth, hit me!


Mouse, after being dropped and picked up by my lovely feline, was still alive albeit a bit dazed.
Mouse was very small, so I scooped him up with one hand and then promptly remembered how one bit me like this a few years ago.

Mouse experienced air travel up the garden before any more harm was done.

If mouse returns then Arnie is welcome to mouse…

Giant hair stacks.

Gruff is well overdue a good haircut. He’s got away with it for the moment until his elbow heals but then I think I would quite like to find the boy inside the hair stack…
a lot of hair


There’s a very large moon in the sky tonight. Arnie seems mesmerised by it. Evie says it’s a bit scary, Gruff’s already changed into his Nasa spacesuit and Millie’s hanging out of her window taking moon selfies.

Hold it down…

…come on Arnie put your paws into it, the washing basket can’t be full again!
hold it down


I had to take Gruff to the minor injuries unit today as he’d cut open his elbow in the playground at school.
No stitches needed but he has to keep his elbow dry for five days so no showers.
That cheered him up!

A compliment…

…of sorts or the beginnings of sarcasm I wonder?
build me up

Before and after…

before and after


Evie and Gruff completed their first ever 1 kilometre race today, I’m super proud of them and they’re super proud of their very shiny medals.
Mum got one too but she had to run 10 kilometres to get hers but to be cheered on by your own children is just the best.

Getting on a bit.

Arnie’s getting old. He’s looking a little less sure of himself these days. He’s only ten.
He even let Bonnie have a sniff without swiping her today but maybe that was simply an act of compassion to those less worthy than himself.
He is a wise old cat after all…
getting on a bit

The spider has left the building…

It’s good to have a big sister that can turf out those September invaders…
spider has left the building

Little Miss Bump.

Evie learnt what chairs do when you lean back on them today. We have a nice imprint of a radiator on the back of her head…ouch.
little miss bump

The dog ate my car.

dog ate my car


I wish I could stretch like a cat, it looks lovely, I can almost hear all my vertebrae clicking back into place…


From dinosaurs to big cats, Evie’s other great love is getting dressed for a party. The bigger and swishier the dress, the better! She’s spent most of the afternoon creating mini tornadoes from the vast amount of air current generated from spinning around for so long…


Eight days in school and the lurgy has returned. I think this is a new record…
cold 2015

Hanging around.

on the upside

You stole the sun.

you stole the sun

Master builders.

Gruff asked if I would play Lego with him tonight, so we built a retirement home for super-heros, (who have various limbs missing. Some even have no heads).
We built a dining room, one bed and a wall made out of Tardis bits.
They have a carpet and one mug to share their Lego tea.
Bet you don’t see that on Big Brother eh?
lego builders

Space hopper.

This space hopper has been outside in the garden for years. I remember Millie playing on it when she was little and as mucky as it looks, its little painted on smile is still, (eerily), cheery looking.
It still bounces (with the right pilot), magnificently.
space hopper

Grubby toes.

Toes are happiest when let out to free range in grass, mud or especially sand. Enjoy being grubby little toes, you’ll soon be back in socks.


Total recall.

Bonnie has selective recall. This means she comes back when SHE wants to and not when I want her too.

This also means if something rancid and rotten has caught her eye and she wants to eat it, there is no force on Earth, no amount of bellowing, screaming, pleading and begging that will bring her back to me until she decides in her doggie wisdom to do so.

Then she will happily bound back to me as if nothing was wrong, leaving me looking like the park banshee (again)…

total recall

Liar liar pants on fire.

I think a talk on telling the truth is due…

liar liar

Back to school.

Off they go after another whirlwind summer of wellies, camping and not knowing what weekday it was. Inches taller, me poorer and the house looking like an explosion in a toy factory.

I hope to see some smiles this afternoon when they all return…

school time

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