Tag Archives: Monster and Pepper

Cat v. Dog

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I gave myself the afternoon off from fulfilling my huge overseas order of hand-felted sheep to play flute duets with my friend, Mandy.  We haven’t played in a while so it was good to play.  Something different.  I needed this.

As ever, Pepper came too. She is my shadow, after all.

While I was setting up, I happened to look out of the window to see Monster approaching (I love the way he actually uses the path as if it was made specifically for him).

Mandy and I continued with the setting up, while we were “serenaded” or shouted at, depending on your perspective.

Luckily, Monster was easily distracted and spent some time looking out of the windows.

The perfect bird hide for one very large white cat who is not exactly invisible, except for perhaps when it snows.

And then Monster left, and we had a lovely afternoon playing (but mostly chatting and drinking tea) our flutes sometimes almost in tune and we thought we were quite good, at times.

Afterwards Pepper and I went into the house where war ensued.  Notice who expends the most energy in this endeavour and also notice who was expelled from the room.

And yes, Monster got Pepper on her way back in (and he was not sorry either!)

Pepper never learns who is boss. I don’t know why she tries, really.

The Vegetables

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A short blog because I am exhausted.

Again, my Saturday was my Friday and I went to Turriefield to weigh, pack and label vegetables for distribution.

I find it a bit discombobulating when I swap days and so I spent the rest of my time thinking it doesn’t feel like a Saturday but am I wrong?  Still, there were enough of us volunteers and everything was packed and ready to go out by lunchtime and I left clutching this week’s vegetables plus some odd carrots for the ponies.

After a nice lunch with friends at the local church café I went home and made my usual daily sheep for selling later.  The stock is building back up, albeit very slowly.

And suddenly I feel exhausted.  I don’t feel I have done much but I could easily not cook supper, have a bath and go to bed.

But I don’t have that luxury.

I still have to transcribe two weeks of the Diaries (1956 now) every evening before I can give up completely.  Meanwhile, I dreaming of my bed and being asleep.  Maybe it’s just a blood sugar dip and I need a medicinal Tunnocks tea cake!