Relaxing in the heat
General
At the beach
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carotte I don’t see you leaping in old bean??
What is the wol house for?
Nifty new shoes racks by the back door!-
The WOL house is J&L’s Christmas present – an owl nesting box.
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Snapshots
A sliver of pizza:
Pour arranger la bouche:
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Minion’s new lair:
Hair stylist:
Shed destruction:
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pinkie
Only just noticed the ‘WOL’ written on your owl box. Neat!
Summer’s coming
The ex-pond, with a stone fish in a stone river:
Charlie, Rosabelle and Mamichou:
An isolated fingerpost:
Picking wild garlic:
Apple blossom:
Lettuce salad:
Rickety swing:
Dandelion:
Gone to seed:
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nice photos dod. i guess I haven’t seen rosabelle for a while – she’s grown loads!
the ex-pond is looking very “zen”;-)
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Lovely photos, but what happened to the goldfish?
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I would like to say we ate them, lightly battered; but the truth is, they were liberated, along with a bucket of tadpoles, in Binstead Pond.
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carotte
That dandelion clock would appear to be superior to yours Liv!!! Good photo’s. I give the river a good five minutes in current state when the hoolies arrive!!! What about an ornamental bridge over it? I liked the bridge.
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carotte
are those anti cat toilet sticks I see???
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The sticks show where we planted our miniscule geraniums …
Apparently this Gordon Brown chappie is …
Apparently this Gordon Brown chappie is labour???? for some reason I had him in my mind as conservative!!! even though I know that the weasley faced guy is the Tory 😐 My political knowledge never fails to astound me.
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That is pretty astounding.
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Though actually, on reflection, perfectly understandable, given the only real difference in their policies concerns fox hunting.
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Here’s one new Conservative MP you should have no difficulty remembering!
www.louisebagshawe.net/home-
carotte
Yay for foxhunting I say!
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Election fever – the bottom line
What a ghastly choice: Lord Snooty, with 17 old Etonians in his Cabinet; the discredited Supreme Leader, with the Miliband puppets jerking convulsively in the background; or the party of, as AA Gill put it, ‘comfortably vast bottoms’.
Clearly, my civic duty is to spoil my ballet paper.
If you look at her postion, she could be in a hammock, which might help explain why humans find them so comfortable. I haven’t managed to climb into our outdoor hammock yet this year, but cats clearly need no excuse for this sort of thing.