End of September mornings are tough. Even alarm cat has slunk off to snooze somewhere.
The swifts and swallows have gone. Only to be replaced by the chatterings of gathered starlings weighing down the telegraph wires.
You know you are not allowed upstairs Bonnie.
This is a grey area the stairs isn’t it?
Does one head count as being upstairs or on the stairs? My dog has out-thought me.
This is Millie’s expression on finding out that I may have bought her a “pink” scientific calculator.
I didn’t obviously but was it a bit cruel of me to let her entertain the thought for a while?
Seriously though, if you’re going to make calculators, at least start with a T.A.R.D.I.S. design not a pink one, although they may need to figure out how to make fluffy ones for Evie…
It’s that time of year when Millie brings home her exercise books to be covered for the year.
I’ll leave you with Millie on this one…
There is a particular way of getting into a conker. Leg up, heel aimed at the spikey little sphere and smash down with full force revealing your shiny prize inside.
Gruff has bought a new skateboard with his pocket money. It has shiny yellow wheels and a very cool design on the back.
It’s a tricky thing to master but he’s putting in the practice.
A nice big bit of antler. Bit of skill there jamming into your mouth sideways like that Bonnie.
So good to have understanding neighbours, especially when your son decides to invent a new form of golf (involving a jedi sword and a giant inflatable ball….)
No this isn’t like the Death Star Bonnie, it is not fully operation once it has been chewed and bitten. It will not bounce again and no amount of barking is going to put it back together…
The moment when you realise your teenage daughter is perfectly capable of watching television and being on her phone all at the same time.
Arnie’s purring is causing great swathes of hair to reverberate off his body. It’s quite mesmerizing…
If you can put the deck chair up yourself you can sit in it….well that one backfired didn’t it?
We are going camping. Gruff has packed all his teddies and toys into his minion rucksack but he has a dilemma.
We are not going just yet.
a) Unpack all of said teddies and toys so he can sleep with them.
b) Sleep with the entire rucksack?
Answers on a postcard.
Two weeks ago I harvested the last of our brocolli from our garden. It was riddled with green caterpillars. Evie had collected a fair few of them and put them in a mesh cage, (with the hope that they would pupate into butterflies).
This didn’t exactly go to plan. Most of the caged caterpillars were infected by a parasitic wasp and the resulting emergence of its larva wouldn’t be out of place in a Ridley Scott film.
One was left and had started to pupate in the cage but we noticed that there was another one attached to the window in our kitchen where an escapee caterpillar had chanced its luck.
We went away this weekend and came back this afternoon to the sight a newly formed cabbage (muncher) white butterfly emeging out of its chrysalis.
There never was a happier girl.
Evie has taken on the task of letting the hens out in the morning.
Today I noticed that the keys to the hen pen were missing. After scouring the house I gave up and decided to collect the eggs…
…and found a lovely warm set of keys under one of our hens.
Evie has been on her Brownie pack holiday this weekend and has been sorely missed by everyone. (Especially Gruff).
I love to walk in the rain, my dog does not. Two dripping wet, soggy creatures.
No children with me, all in school, all busy. Just me and the hound.
I remember the struggles with a pram. Wellies and raincoats, puddles and wet socks.
Roasted over a fire and eaten with both hands. Can you get any stickier than this?
One wants to boot his football, the other wants to chase it and wee on trees.
No pressure Mum, none at all, in your own time.
No pun intended on tonight’s England versus Iceland football game I promise.
Bonnie decided to slip out the front door tonight and cross a thirty mile per hour road. She ended up in the car park of our local Iceland supermarket.
Meanwhile her two frantic owners were galloping around the area asking every random person, child, animal, had they seen a large black dog with huge ears and a love of food.
The trail got warmer and warmer until the last group of people simply motioned to the car park excitedly and there she was, nose twitching, anticipating free food, just ourside the shop.
Shame it only sells frozen eh Bonnie?
You know that last bit of pudding? That last bit of strawberry pavlova sitting there on the table?
The one piece that everyone is looking at but is far too polite to ask for. The one that makes everyone pull a face like Christmas is over…
Well tough because whilst we were all yearning, Evie has just leaned over and scoffed it.
I’m off out drawing again to Pontardawe Arts Centre this morning looking for more willing subjects.
I’ve left Arnie in charge.
I’m going to be doing more drawing over the next week at the Pontardawe Arts Centre. If you fancy becoming a drawing in my sketchbook why not come down?
I’ll be there from 10-2 Monday the 13th to Friday the 17th of June.
I’ll be tweeting more drawings over the course of the week as and when!
Managed to finally cut the hedge tonight. Got most of the hedge’s wild-life in my hair and in other various parts of my clothing, (I’ve just pulled a spider out of my hair two hours later).
It’s a very muggy evening here in Swansea tonight with heavy downpours and a few good rumbles of thunder.
Nothing better than counting between the flashes of lightning waitng for the rumble to catch up. Had to rescue a few soggy teddies from Gruff’s room.
Evie and Bonnie eneted our local dog show today in the “Young Handler” catagory and only went and won it!
We’ve got to eleven so far without them being toppled by shaky hands, sneaky sisters or curious cat.
Sun’s out, paddling pool’s out. I have now made five trips with buckets of warm water…
Thought it would be a good day to touch up the chicken house with a lick of paint. Even put a lovely chicken painting on the side.
Not sure why some of my ladies are now walking around with flecks of bright blue on their feathers…
I’ve had a very busy fun day drawing in Swansea and I’ll post all my drawings once they’re all scanned in as there are quite a few.
I’ll leave you with Arnie tonight who has just come in from the rain absoltley dripping wet. So he’s been wrapped in a towel before I let him upstairs to sleep on the kid’s beds.
Psst…if your in Swansea tomorrow and you fancy popping into Creative Bubble on Craddock Street I’m going to be looking for people to tell me a story and I will be tweeting them throughout the afternoon (in between bouts of cake eating).
I will be wearing a purple hat with pom poms on(don’t tell Evie, it’s her hat). Why? It’s a purple hat with pom poms on. Enough said.
Our beach trip started with the best intentions but it was a little too cold for Evie today.
Meet our two latest additions to our chicken family, Bluebell and Gumball. They’re very young and won’t be laying for probably another month or so. They are very tame and don’t seem phased by all the commotion the other other chickens are raging at them through their mesh partition.
Must be getting warmer, the freckles have descended in our house on the pastier of our clan (including me).
Evie threw a tea party for all her cats and kittens (and herself of course) but the guest of honour was Arnie who had real fish on a plate.
On a brighter note I couldn’t help but notice some odd behaviour from my chickens this morning. Normally when it rains heavily, they sprint under the hen house to wait it out until it eases but today was different.
In the most torrential hail storm they seemed to be sprinting around their pen like something irresistably tasty had landed in their midst.
They were eating the little hailstones as they fell like a fresh sprinkling of corn.
It hurts to laugh at the moment but I broke the frown for that one.
I’m not much fun to be around at the moment. I have a very horrible infected wisdom tooth. Lots of pain killers and some furry hugs are helping my face not feel like it’s been thumped by a rhino.
Best diet ever, although I’m dreaming about eating digestive biscuits once my mouth is better.
All of us like Star Wars. We’ve had a Chewbacca masterclass tonight and it turns out that the dog does the best Chewbacca impersonation when she yelps in her sleep.
Tomorrow’s lesson will be make a Milenium Falcon out of tin foil, sticky tape and a biscuit tub…
Thought that one of Arnie’s whiskers had somehow fallen on my face whilst sleeping but then discovered that it was one of my own (as it was attached to my own face…).
Bonnie had her yearly check-up today and has passsed with flying colours. Don’t know why Arnie is looking so smug, his appointment is tomorrow…
My dog doesn’t do tanlines. At the first hint of sun she’s out the back garden chasing rays.
Back to school, Mondayitis and chocolate egg withdrawal symptoms. Happy faces all round…
Hulk’s taken a right pasting today from a Thundercat. Don’t think Evie’s Ana stood a chance. Tomorrow it’s Han Solo versus Superman.
Evie had a sewing kit for Christmas. She’s really enjoyed making little pillows and other garments for her toys to waer.
Today she created Kitty. Kitty was made out of her old vest and stuffed with pillow stuffing. She drew Kitty’s face on with felt tip.
I’ve told her not to feed it after midnight…
Millie made me a cup of tea today for the first time and it was perfect. Anyone who regularly reads this blog knows how much tea I drink. Today is a very happy day!
Leaning tower of cat, all purry and happy. Oh, is that a dead mouse I see? ….ah….
No this isn’t a gory scene that I’m re-enacting from a horror movie, it’s the moment when your long awaited bottle of fizzy wine decides to explode at the moment of un-corking
and you hope what you’re covered in is just wine and not your own blood.
This particular bottle of wine was a gift from my sister and had travelled all the way from Italy, pity we couldn’t use straws for all that wastage.
Ah well, cup of tea it is then after a mass cleaning of the crime scene…
Three children equals a lof of chocolate Easter eggs and Bunnies. I suppose I’m going to have to do the decent thing and help them eat it!
After a frantic week gluing and painting, Cleopatra and her god-egg of mummifiaction and Bugs Bunny had a whale of a time at their parade today.
Lesson learnt. Do not get engrossed in phone when balancing a plate of fish on your lap. There will be consequences!
Well it’s that time of year again. It’s Easter Bonnet Parade time and it’s just Gruff making his hat this year as Evie is making an Easter Egg for her competition.
This year’s creation has involved an awful lot of glue and cotton wool…
Millie’s full of cold at the moment. Discarded snotty tissues litter our lounge where they were cast off after another nose blowing.
Evie is studying ancient Egypt. Bonnie is obligingly helping portray the god of mummification.
My teddy bear from my childhood has been adopted by Evie. She has decided that he needs looking after and if I am not cuddling him, she should take over.
Gruff has been distraught at this prospect as he thinks I don’t love my teddy bear anymore.
I had to tell him that I do still love him, I love him enough to share him with Evie.
He’s quite a looker these days, he has my Grandfather’s sock sewn onto the back and a bandage for his tummy. He has one arm and lost his nose many moons ago. He has been to University, he has watched me draw and grow while he slowly fell apart.
I have had to spend the evening cuddling my Teddy bear to reassure Gruff that I do still love him…I’m sure Ted’s looking happier now, what do you think?
…my fridge-freezer had iced itself up so much it’s gone ka-put. The dog is made up as she’s getting left-overs galore.
Gruff has a pair of very large Hulk hands. He has brushed his teeth in them, stroked the cat in them (cat was not amused), attempted putting his shoes on in them, tried to drink and eat in them.
I do believe he’s currently asleep still wearing them…
Bonnie’s over-zealous grooming has led to some sore bits on her. The cone went on this afternoon. There has been lots of bumping into things and sad doggy eyes.
I am not popular.
I’ve been spoilt with Ice Cream from Joe’s and lovely drawn cards. I’ll leave you with Millie’s contribution.
Which means most of today was spent waving daffodils, eating welshcakes and definitely singing. Wales may be a small country but we do our national day proud.
Happy St David’s day.
Millie was sent home from school today. She’s not very well. Arnie is on call as cat nurse.