Reynard
Guru
- Location
- Cambridgeshire, UK
It's been a mostly bright and sunny day here chez Casa Reynard, and the sun had a nice bit of warmth to it.
Slept surprisingly well, but had a very strange dream about camping that seemed to include some elements from the Hunger Games. Morning was spent catching up on chores - splitting firewood, doing laundry, that sort of stuff.
Lovely luncheon of sourdough toast, corned beef, the last of the Abondances cheese, plus fruit and a
This afternoon, I carried on the clear up, as a result of which, Madam Lexi has been put in the doghouse. Bloody hell cat, you have one job here, and one job only...
Carried out the box with all my baking tins and such into the hallway to see what the damage was in there, and as I was taking tins out, out popped a very fat, very live mouse. And in the bottom of the box, was a layer of half-eaten dog treats. Oh joy... NOT! I feel my weekend will be spent bleaching and scrubbing all of my cookware, and a tip run will also be in order, as I've had to bin a rattan basket that's also been royally chewed up - front looked fine, but the back was fubared.
Also fubared is my waffle iron, as the little sh*t has chewed through the power cable. Now if it had chewed it at the plug end, I could have effected a suitable repair, but it's done the cable where it feeds into the heating element. And that part is a sealed unit, so I can't fit a new cable. To say I'm pissed off is putting it mildly, as the iron was a cake day gift from the parental unit about 20 years ago - she bought it for me in Belgium. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
Now I do have two other waffle irons, but they're specifically for galettes i.e. the holes are much smaller. So I am now on the hunt for another waffle iron.
And I've yet to go upstairs and hang out the laundry. It's still in the laundry bag. I'd better go and do that...
At least the mouse is now in the hallway, where there is nothing edible, and the traps have been baited with peanut butter and reset.
Slept surprisingly well, but had a very strange dream about camping that seemed to include some elements from the Hunger Games. Morning was spent catching up on chores - splitting firewood, doing laundry, that sort of stuff.
Lovely luncheon of sourdough toast, corned beef, the last of the Abondances cheese, plus fruit and a
This afternoon, I carried on the clear up, as a result of which, Madam Lexi has been put in the doghouse. Bloody hell cat, you have one job here, and one job only...
Carried out the box with all my baking tins and such into the hallway to see what the damage was in there, and as I was taking tins out, out popped a very fat, very live mouse. And in the bottom of the box, was a layer of half-eaten dog treats. Oh joy... NOT! I feel my weekend will be spent bleaching and scrubbing all of my cookware, and a tip run will also be in order, as I've had to bin a rattan basket that's also been royally chewed up - front looked fine, but the back was fubared.
Also fubared is my waffle iron, as the little sh*t has chewed through the power cable. Now if it had chewed it at the plug end, I could have effected a suitable repair, but it's done the cable where it feeds into the heating element. And that part is a sealed unit, so I can't fit a new cable. To say I'm pissed off is putting it mildly, as the iron was a cake day gift from the parental unit about 20 years ago - she bought it for me in Belgium. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
Now I do have two other waffle irons, but they're specifically for galettes i.e. the holes are much smaller. So I am now on the hunt for another waffle iron.
And I've yet to go upstairs and hang out the laundry. It's still in the laundry bag. I'd better go and do that...
At least the mouse is now in the hallway, where there is nothing edible, and the traps have been baited with peanut butter and reset.
