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Slowly getting back to normal …
Sep. 16th, 2014 12:31 amOnly a few dozen more boxes to go … I have no idea how we actually fit into the old house, and can only assume that we solved a complex physics problem involving space folding one weekend, but were too tired to write it up, then forgot about it.
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illereyn popped over and took some glasses and magazines, it was fab to meet her, so clever and interesting! She met two of the cats, and was able to pay a heavy patting tax. Rusketus was having one of his Muppet afternoons and running around like a fox terrier on espresso. 'I've never seen a cat do that!' she exclaimed. 'Why is he doing it?' 'No-one knows,' I told her, 'and yet, do it he does.'
If anyone in Sydney wants old New Scientists or New Yorkers, or a nice set of teacups and saucers, let me know, all reclaimed space is good space! I'm keeping the psycho kitten, he's adorable in the five or six minutes a day he's not causing mayhem.
The weekend's other highpoint was a lovely long ride along the river. It was my first long ride for a while. I can still walk and sit down afterwards. Mostly. I was about 45 minutes in before I realised that the reason Mr B was leaving me for dead on the offroad bits was that I had swapped out my knobbly tyres for city slicks. He was unsympathetic, I sped off and left him once we got back onto pavement.
I was also swooped by a magpie! Mr B called my attention to it, just as I was riding ahead of him and it was swooping for the back of my head. This was not an intelligent decision on his part. Happily, the maggie was still a bit up in the air and he aborted his swopp when he saw me looking at him, rather than scratching out my eyes, which was the other option. I had a word with Mr Magpie (quite possibly Mrs Magpie) and he stopped swooping me – it really does work, if you talk to them in a calm and friendly voice, they leave you alone. He started swooping at Mr B instead, and Mr B was not calm and friendly. He's more of a cat person … We left Maggie to guard his tree and possible nest.
In more important news, HAPPY BIRTHDAY,iamshadow! May your summers be cool, your winters warm, your fireplace cooperative and all your pets splendid. I know your girl will be super, so that's sorted. Here's to a year of things working easily and well for you both!
And also forkriscat, I think it was your fault I checked out Agents of Shield, good grief did that ever come together in an unexpectedly exciting way! A very happy day for you, may the present fairies sprain their wings lugging things to your door!
The lovely
illereyn popped over and took some glasses and magazines, it was fab to meet her, so clever and interesting! She met two of the cats, and was able to pay a heavy patting tax. Rusketus was having one of his Muppet afternoons and running around like a fox terrier on espresso. 'I've never seen a cat do that!' she exclaimed. 'Why is he doing it?' 'No-one knows,' I told her, 'and yet, do it he does.'If anyone in Sydney wants old New Scientists or New Yorkers, or a nice set of teacups and saucers, let me know, all reclaimed space is good space! I'm keeping the psycho kitten, he's adorable in the five or six minutes a day he's not causing mayhem.
The weekend's other highpoint was a lovely long ride along the river. It was my first long ride for a while. I can still walk and sit down afterwards. Mostly. I was about 45 minutes in before I realised that the reason Mr B was leaving me for dead on the offroad bits was that I had swapped out my knobbly tyres for city slicks. He was unsympathetic, I sped off and left him once we got back onto pavement.
I was also swooped by a magpie! Mr B called my attention to it, just as I was riding ahead of him and it was swooping for the back of my head. This was not an intelligent decision on his part. Happily, the maggie was still a bit up in the air and he aborted his swopp when he saw me looking at him, rather than scratching out my eyes, which was the other option. I had a word with Mr Magpie (quite possibly Mrs Magpie) and he stopped swooping me – it really does work, if you talk to them in a calm and friendly voice, they leave you alone. He started swooping at Mr B instead, and Mr B was not calm and friendly. He's more of a cat person … We left Maggie to guard his tree and possible nest.
In more important news, HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
iamshadow! May your summers be cool, your winters warm, your fireplace cooperative and all your pets splendid. I know your girl will be super, so that's sorted. Here's to a year of things working easily and well for you both!And also for
kriscat, I think it was your fault I checked out Agents of Shield, good grief did that ever come together in an unexpectedly exciting way! A very happy day for you, may the present fairies sprain their wings lugging things to your door!
