Hello kitcheners. After feeling truly shocking yesterday, I feel rather better today (but still feel as if someone is sitting on my chest! I wish they would get off!); must have been your toddy, Maple - and the bratwurst. I absolutely love bratwurst!
Hang in there, Maw. Chances are Flynn will settle as the day goes on. Chicken pox is horrid and uncomfortable, and bound to leave him feeling a bit battered.
We had a cat in our garden yesterday - not unusual, we get them all the time, and they are sent on their way before they can leave us any presents! This one was a Persian with bright blue eyes. DH spotted him sitting keeping my Buddha statue company, and went out to evict him in the usual manner - which consists of him doing a sort of impression of a New Zealand Hakka with lots of arm waving and barely intelligible vocal offerings along the lines of “gooorrn gerraaatoffittttt!!!!” Well, the cat then did his own version by fluffing its fur, yowling, hissing, spitting and refusing to move! This stand off lasted some minutes before DH decided discretion was the better part of valour and retreated, leaving the cat glaring at him but holding his ground. If I had been well enough to laugh without it hurting, I would have split my sides! A few minutes later it strolled slowly away with a sort of “I may come back, and if I do, you had better not try that again” air about it! I thought I knew all the local cats, but think this one is a newcomer. Don’t give much for the chances of any other cats (or small dogs) that may run across it?!