Last night the kitchen was invaded by a little visitor – a mouse that had a nibble through my change bag.
Luckily this morning I learnt how to play the swanny whistle so I can pied piper the mouse away
We went to the Royal Bath and West show today. It was fab. I saw cows and horses and ducks and beagles and alpacas and ferrets and bees and lots of other furry creatures.
We also saw lots and lots and lots of cheese at the British Cheese awards. I think we should have worn white coats and gone armed with an apple corer and we could have pretended to be judges and tasted it all…. A plan for next year!
All in all a lovely day out.
Its a sporty day today, hence why I’m sporting my rather natty trackie.
After lunch (with the requisite food settling time) we went to Crewkerne Aqua for a swim. I floated using a woggle but would much rather have been in the big pool, rather than the learner pool. I kept making a run for it, but was thwarted at every turn.
And finally to finish up some furniture mountaineering. Almost time for bed. I think I’ll sleep well.
We’ve had a busy few days. On Tuesday we drove to Leeds to visit my cousin, whilst the big M went to a meeting. Then yesterday we drove to Northamptonshire to stay with Granny and Granddad. They’ve got AMAZING new toys including a bubble machine, sand and water table and some duplo. Also in exciting news today the big m and d managed to buy a lawnmower (finally, we can mow the lawn!) whilst I went back to the swings!
The wonderful thing about tiggers
Is tiggers are wonderful things!
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs!
They’re bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!
Over the past few days I have become a lawnmower expert. We are in the market for a new machine and we have been EVERYWHERE. We’ve seen blue ones, red ones, yellow ones, green ones, ones made out of steel, ones made out of aluminium, 56 cm ones, 43 cm ones, 51 cm ones, ones with mulchers, ones without mulchers, ones with rinse out valves, ones without rinse out valves, ones with big cuttings bags, ones with small cuttings bags, ones with one speed, ones with 4 speeds. It goes on… And on and on. The only thing we can be sure of is that we want a petrol one.
Too much choice. So we’ve made the sensible option and buried our heads in the sand until next week.
I found the perfect one. The big D wasn’t convinced.