You wouldn't have wanted to be chez nous this morning. There was a lot of flailing and silliness going on, I can tell you.
('Yes, there was,' says Flora Bijou Mybug. 'I was ALMOST trampled into fatal unconsciousness.'
'I stayed in my basket,' says Wise Phoebe.
'That's because you're too wobbly and lazy to get up,' says FBM.
'Hush, young kitten-me-lad,' says Phoebe. 'You're not too big to feel the sharpest end of my pointy old lady paws.'
'Actually,' says Flossie, 'I think I might be, since I have been hoovering up Tybalt's leftovers. I reckon I could give Beyoncé a run for her money in a 'Shakin' Da Booty,' contest.'
Phoebe ponders Flossie's sizeable buns.
'Yes,' she agrees. 'I think you probably could.')
Anyway, cat commentary aside, whilst Andy and I were waiting for the eggs to boil, the bread to toast and the tea to brew, we decided to practise the 'Strictly Dance' because, as you know, we LOVE Strictly and are very thankful for its appearance in the darker evenings and its ability to keep the spirits from falling into S.A.D. Well, maybe I am more grateful than Andy, but then I am a girl and would therefore get to wear all the sparkly, flouncy costumes and have my hair and makeup done all fancy-like.
So, Strictly have come up with this short video to learn a short Strictly dance, and Andy had the video on his i-pad, propped up against the Monster Microwave and we were attempting to learn the moves and it was all going VERY badly, especially the samba points and because of the fact I was wearing slippy winter socks and we have a tiled kitchen floor.
But there was a lot of giggling and hilarity going on, and that's always a good way to start a greyish (yes - GREY! = miserable.) Autumn morning, isn't it? Andy and I are determined to learn the dance properly. Providing we can learn co-ordination and synchronicity first...there might be a Malarkey video at some point. (Which will bear NO relation to anything vaguely Strictly dance-like AT ALL the rate we are going, but hey! Who cares!!???)
So, half term holidays here we are! Andy is off work too, which is just as well, and we have lots to do.
1) Buy cat litter.(I know! It gets better and better!)
2) Pin a 'No Trick or Treating' notice on the front door.
3) Find some crochet cotton (size 20/30) ready for the next embroidery class as we shall be laying a cordonnet (??) to start needle lacing(!!) I am very excited by this. Really. And who knew crochet cotton came in different sizes? Who knew something called 'crochet cotton' even existed??
4) Get Log Corner ready for log delivery tomorrow.
5) Do lots of sewing. Lots. Of. Sewing. (That'll be me sewing. Not Andy. Andy's equivalent will be probably Doctor Who related.)
6) Re-point the bottom section of the outside of the wall to the left of the front door. Ever since we moved in (11 years ago now - and if someone had told me then we'd still been here after 11 years I'd have laughed in a tragic and hysterical way) the inside corner of this wall has been prone to occasional dampness. Nothing too bad, but it has got worse in the last year or so, and after some probing with a sharp object we have decided that the brickwork could do with re-pointing, and as Andy said, 'If you're game, so am I.' And I'm a builder's daughter for goodness' sake. I have repointing in my blood. I hope. Well, it's only hacking out old cement and whacking in new cement, isn't it? It'll be like icing a cake. What could go wrong?? I dreamt about my dad last night. He said he was going to America. What's all that about then? I digress...
7)...start an Emergency Store Cupboard. This is my idea - Andy has been giving me cock-eyed 'You're mad' looks about this, but he'll be grateful when the forecasted HEAVY snow arrives in December and we're saved from subsisting on a diet of willow twigs and frozen apple because the country grinds to a halt and people are fighting in undignified manners over the last six-pack of loo rolls in a bare-shelved supermarket. I'm not going to go crazy over this - not in a mad 'preppy' way - and our cupboards are usually pretty well stocked anyway; I just think a few extra cans of beans, some bags of bread flour and the aforementioned loo rolls stowed away somewhere wouldn't be a bad idea...I sound mad, don't I? Hmmmm...
8) Spend time with the granddaughters. Which means I have to sign off now as they are due to arrive in half an hour and I need to hoover before Elizabeth gets to finding unsavoury bits of carpet fluff and deciding they'll make a good snack.
Have a fab weekend, y'all!! And keeeeeeep dancin'!
(P.S Tybalt is still with us. Still thin and still not 100% but still, well, okay. 😃)