Posts Tagged ‘snow’

Twenty-one days…twenty-one flipping days! Call this winter? Where’s the green-ness, the dampness, the warmishness?

Coastal Living, coming to a magazine stand near you. Or possibly not.

Fpu is delighted to announce her printer ink  and Christmas cards are in a delivery black hole somewhere in Britain. Check status. Dispatched…Ho! Ho! Ho!

On the plus side, we are on mains gas and so far, nothing has broken down (paws, legs, tails all crossed touch fpu). On the minus side, we have a new cooker arriving tomorrow. Ha! And a Man arriving on Monday to fit it and take away the old knackered one. Ha! again. On the other paw, they are only coming from Standies and Balmullo respectively, so falling into a black hole is slightly less likely. Ish.

Here are some photos of the story so far…

26th November...the beginning

2/12 Day Three of digging out

2/12 Toytown shivers and optimistically puts out its bins

2/12 shoreline

7/12 Go away, I'm hunting!

9/12 watering can

17/12 moonstone pond

17/12 Life under ice

17/12 midday cat ice (aye right)

That’s the sort of cat ice no self-respecting cat would consider setting a paw on. Think I’m daft? Rat ice more like.

Marmers’ Rat Watch was unsuccessful – they just wait until he gives up, then pop out again to sample the fallen birdseed. Wir a’ Jock Tamson’s bairns.


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Over the Festive Season we received several gifts. Naturally we try to be grateful and humble and all that stuff, but sometimes it’s hard. Purrticularly when the gifts are items of apparel which do not thrill us unreservedly! I meantersay, look at these here…

Honestly, who on earth would think it seemly to kit out a dignified cat such as me in a yellow bandanna. And I have no intention of wrapping my old harpoon in it either…

So what do you think of this lovely fluffy collar old pal?

I think I get the message. I’ll pass it on to Mr Tws if you like? What, you don’t like to be impurrlite to an old friend?

Now I wouldn’t like you to think that a) Marmers was asleep when he was collared or b) that I was bribed with biccies as a little purrsueder, no sirree! The very idea…

On a different note, here is Marmers out for a stroll in Rolling Ells and not minding the snow on his paws one little bit.

And to end, we were a bit disturbed to see that the picnic umbrellas in St Andies Botanics had been left out to get blown to shreds and then frozen rigid. What a mess they’ll be in when it thaws.

Purrlease pretty purrlease let it thaw!

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