100 miles north-north-east: day two
1. The happy fat cat licks his bum in the sun while the farm’s cafe’s customers bustle around him. His fluffy white tummy reflects the light and I think how much G would like to tickle it. 2. I can’t change my train ticket so have 2.5hrs to kill in a strange city. I head [...]
In lieu of breakfast, the most handsome cat in the world, baklava
1. After a day apart, we catch up before getting up. He tells me his news and I tell him mine. At half hour intervals, we discuss making pancakes for breakfast but neither of us moves. 2. The cats look delightful on the new duvet cover. It’s spotty (like Smarties, Katherine says) and multi-coloured, a [...]
Breakfast, animals x 3, showcase x3
1. The sweetness of the crisp bacon, the sourness of the muffin, the silkiness of the scrambled egg and the substantial chewiness of the sausage. A great breakfast. 2. Animals: a) The chickens cluck around me, interested in what I’m doing to their drinker, to their grit hopper and to their coop. When I’m working [...]
It wasn’t even that cold, busy buzzing, perfectly put
1. Conscious of a distance chicken announcing she’d just laid an egg, I wake up earlier than normal. Carla is nestled in my arms like a teddy bear. When I’d woken through the night, she’d been there too – a sleepy purr starting whenever I brushed her silky soft fur. (She’s with me now too, [...]
3BT – the foraging trio, mmm charity, from my viewpoint
1. I call for Carla but she’s already on the balcony waiting for me and the three of us – me, her and Lily – head into the woods. Lily paddles in the beck and Carla climbs trees while I pick pungent pods for pickling. 2. The (very) local Leonard Cheshire home is having a [...]
3BT – it’s just a tribute, not all the letters, worth the wait
1. John and I often hold conversations in the form of song, usually singing alternate lyrics to an earworm or the song we’re currently playing. Today’s conversation in song: I explain that I’ve left the door key in my hoodie pocket and my hoodie is at the bottom of the garden because by the time [...]
3BT – glare of the glade, happy Carla cat, new to the neighbourhood
1. We happen upon a sunny clearing in the middle of the wood but quickly retreat back into the leafy shade. 2. We worried how Carla – once the most scaredy of scaredy cats – would handle the move to the new house, after the death of her brother, after the arrival of Lily – [...]
3BT – combing, misty, mmm
1. While John’s out, we have a lazy day, the dog, the cats and me. I comb Lily for one cartoon, then Carla for another. Carla, despite being a third of the size of the dog, wins the fluff shedding contest. Both feel softer and smoother by the time the funnies come to an end. [...]
