I have run out of teabags and it's too cold to go to the shops (they're closed anyway) and Mother lives too far away for me to hobble up and borrow some. So, we are down to herbal teas and an assortment of chocolately beverages, most of which taste like poo. Mother always says biscuits, teabags and honey if people ask her what she wants for Crimble. She stockpiles them incase a Soviet winter lands on us and we're unable to get out for months. Wise old bird, eh?
The dog is still on heat.
When bro and his dog stayed she had to be kept 'behind bars' (tall dog gate fixed to kitchen doorway) Bro's dog was oggling at her, lovingly, from one side while she ignored him from the other:o)) They were both either too fat or stupid to jump over the gate...plus Bart was standing guard to swat bro's dog if he went anywhere near Cilla.
Anyway, she is now behaving a little oddly...the dog.
She's broody and keeps cleaning the cats, as if they are her babies....bless. So, a few of them are walking around with a wet mohican! lol The dog is loving it.
Just waiting for her to chuck up her first furball!!
Junior has decided that she wants to sort out the kitchen. She wants a new one but we're broke. So, she is looking out for competitions to win such a thing:o) She is, at present, rearranging stuff and I'll, as per usual, never be able to find certain things again. I've told her that all the rearranging in the world won't change anything. It'll still be crap...and yes, the bin will have to stay in there, along with the dog bed.
I have to stay upstairs until the big reveal:o))