25/10/23

Jeepers we could get used to this nice weather for our holiday here on Southshore. A friend asked the Mistress if we all went for a dip in the sea in the early morning before the wind got up. Not on your Nelly, NO WAY I have an aversion to water in all forms, and the Mistress staggers around here in the mornings and not moving fast at all. The old Arthritis is such a pain in the mornings and takes her a while to get going. As for His Lordship, well he just follows the Mistress in whatever she wants. Isn't love grand. 

Eventually, these two got cracking after lunch, with the Mistress on vacuuming and washing the floors, and His Lordship was outside sweeping the mess that the birds create outside. He did a really good job too and this afternoon Trixie and I, went back outside to investigate his handiwork, when they went out. What a laugh, the birds had put back all the twigs and dirt that he swept. 😂😂😂

I have a feeling he won't be happy at all about this, and sure enough, when they came home, they went out to cut a broccoli for dinner. They were both very disappointed in these birds and how dare they do this. Trixie suggested they were hungry, and we can't possibly have them going hungry. The Mistress suggests to the birds that they might like to investigate the neighbors' gardens for a meatier option. Maybe she could make a sign for them to p....  off.

After all, there are empty sections next door and plenty of green grass. It is lovely over there as the council mows it regularly. Maybe more often than at our own house. The Mistress is not amused that the contractor is not keeping up with 2 weekly cuts. I reckon he needs to sort himself out before she really does her war dance. 

The Mistress cooks the dinner, and His Lordship fills the large sink of water and bubbles. You see the dishwasher has decided to spit the dummy. There is a second dishwasher, but they would rather do them in the sink. With only 1 more week here they are hoping they didn't cause this breakdown.

His Lordship wins meat in the meat raffles at golf, so tonight was pork chops. Such luxury for the Mistress. He generally wins 2 or 3 packs a week, so she doesn't complain.