My goodness I enjoyed Rome. This second HBO/BBC series was brilliant, much better than the first and I'm very sorry there won't be another one. Everything was brought to a satisfactory, if bittersweet, conclusion.
In other news, it continues to rain. To date we've experinced two days of sunshine since the beginning of May and there seems to be no sign that we'll see it again. It's incredible to think that this time last year we were baking in the hottest temperatures on record. *Sigh* Not fun as most of the schools in the U.K have now broken up for summer and my two were really looking forward to paddling pools and Ice cream. Hopefully, Cornwall will be drier when we go down on Friday.
I've finally sent my partial off to HM&B. It will be interesting to see if I've done enough to get another full request or If I've completely missed the mark this time. Fingers crossed!
Monday, July 23, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
The tale of Scrappy
I never seem to acquire any of my pets through normal means and the tale of Scrappy is no exception.
Three Sundays ago I spotted a little ball of fluff that looked remarkably like a kitten running past the patio window of our front room. Unfortunately, by the time I got outside the black fluff-ball had disappeared.
Fast track three days and my hubby came in to tell me that he’d found the kitten outside hiding under a pile of scrap. After much coaxing the kitten was eventually cornered and brought into the house.
The poor thing was only about five weeks old and I was 99.9% that there was no mommy cat about so it meant she’d either been dumped or her mommy had abandoned her. So we took her in. Over the next week she sat petrified in the corner of the cage just watching us.
Oh, how things change. She’s now a devil-worshipping-foot-ambushing-dog-mauling-monster.
But she’s gorgeous. And when she stays still long enough I'll post a photo.
Three Sundays ago I spotted a little ball of fluff that looked remarkably like a kitten running past the patio window of our front room. Unfortunately, by the time I got outside the black fluff-ball had disappeared.
Fast track three days and my hubby came in to tell me that he’d found the kitten outside hiding under a pile of scrap. After much coaxing the kitten was eventually cornered and brought into the house.
The poor thing was only about five weeks old and I was 99.9% that there was no mommy cat about so it meant she’d either been dumped or her mommy had abandoned her. So we took her in. Over the next week she sat petrified in the corner of the cage just watching us.
Oh, how things change. She’s now a devil-worshipping-foot-ambushing-dog-mauling-monster.
But she’s gorgeous. And when she stays still long enough I'll post a photo.
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