Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Sunshine and Pimms

I made Pimms today.

  • Attractive jug to take outside, check
  • good slosh of Pimms into the lemonade, check
  • sprinkle of fresh-picked mint leaves, check
  • no strawberries, but never mind
  • couple of handfuls of ice-cubes, check.

Ahh, yum.

Until later on, when we noticed something like a slice of lemon at the bottom. Where did the lemon come from, we wondered?

On closer examination, it was a chip. With a few bits of sweetcorn as well. The ice-cube bag must have invited some strays from the freezer in.

Friday, May 25, 2012



Last night was somewhat disturbed.

At 3am the dog wanted out.
Then he was scampering around downstairs, until I told him to go to bed.

At 4, the Zsu Zsu Battle hamster at the end of our bed (don't ask) woke up and started squeaking and twittering. I could have cheerfully drop-kicked it across the room, but carefully placed it on its side on the cabinet and eventually it went back to sleep.

At 4.30, something was skittering under the bed. I looked around, it went quiet. As soon as I was still, off it went again. I thought it was a cat, but there was no cat. I thought it was a cat's prey, but couldn't understand why there was no cat seeking it.

Eventually I located the source. It was a frog. A frog, for zog's sake.

What peeved me most about all these ructions was the husband sleeping peacefully beside me. It was only me chasing the frog around the room that woke him up. Git.

Then for a while I lay thinking that the hamster (real hamster) didn't look like she had any water when I went past, and I couldn't help wondering how long her bottle had been empty and if she would die of dehydration, so  I had to get up again and fill it. Bah.

Warning Signs

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Warning Signs

And let's not be content with poking primates. Try a parrot.

Warning Signs

Compare and contrast this sign with that one. Far less gory, and more inviting...

Poke that monkey, it suggests, poke it in the nose!

It may bite in response. It may not.

It's monkey roulette.

Warning signs

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Warning Signs

I particularly like the blood detail and realistic hand on this sign. Nice and graphic... The stuff of nightmares for small children brought to enjoy viewing (toothy) animals in enclosures. 

And not the usual 'may bite' - no, no, not these animals - these animals will bite. It's certain.

Warning Signs

I like a good warning sign. Ones that promise sudden death if you disobey. Ones that predict doom and gloom and destruction. Yep.

Bin there done that

One thing you can always count on: the kitchen bin is always full. Doesn't matter if you just emptied it, when you go back later, it's full. Usually with cat food pouches dropping out the side.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Home 'wisdom'

That thing that people say, you know, the one about 'why would you go out for a burger when you have steak at home?' That's just rubbish.

Sometimes you just fancy a burger.