I took the doggy people out for a walk through the woods with Mrs M and their doggy buddies Oscar and Lucy first thing. By the end of it Pop resembled a new creature previously unknown to science. She looked like she'd spawned from a patch of mud, while Teddy returned sporting a tide line at the top of his legs that made him look like he was comprised of two-tone fur.
When M was a boy there was a family in his village whose dogs were called Flopsy and Scraggy. Flopsy was a big gentle loping Irish Wolf Hound and Scraggy was a terrier. I feel it is almost worth getting two more dogs just to name them Flopsy and Scraggy. It particularly tickles me to think of M having to call that when out walking. It reminds me of some dear farming friends I grew up with whose kittens were called 'Cat' and 'Astrophe'.....
L has arrived home soaked to the skin from his walk off the bus and down the lane. He came bearing supper for tonight in the shape of a rather delicious-looking 'Mediterranean Chicken Slice' which he made at school. I should not be eating this as it contains fairly large doses of all the food types I am trying to avoid, but given that a) it looks delicious, b) it means I don't have to cook tonight and c) I can go back on my stomach-friendly foods tomorrow, I think I shall. It will help wash the wine down.
For someone who shows no tendency whatsoever to be remotely interested in cooking at home, he has proved to be a mean chef at school and his creations easily rival mine in the taste stakes. Although I have to say he's got it sorted in terms of food prep: I am his unofficial
I take some solace from the fact that I have at least managed to train him as far as wet clothes are concerned. He now peels off his wet shirt and hangs it on the radiator, instead of leaving it in a crumpled damp heap on the floor for me to walk on, or for him to shake out and put back on the next day.
Unfortunately, he hasn't yet got as far as removing the rubbish from his blazer pocket.....
In other news, M has been coming up with some Rather Natty Names for all the Potential New Moths he is confident I will soon start finding. He is very good at this. I am not. I fear it is an art I do not possess. Some are of course unrepeatable (or rather, they are repeatable, but at the risk of making all our ears turn pink). My favourite of the mentionable ones so far is Dusty Fidget, which isn't all that outlandish when put alongside actual real moth names like Cousin German and Dingy Footman. If all else fails it is reassuring to know that he can at least rely on a job inventing new additions to the moth lexicon.
Here are a few who have visited the moth box in recent days. Luckily (for them) they already have names. First is the rather lovely Barred Sallow, second a variety of Common Marbled Carpet and finally, the Green Brindled Crescent. The count for the year creeps ever upward, but will it reach 311 and equal last year's? (ooh, the tension. I expect you can hardly bear it....).
I have been watching Peaky Blinders- have you? You may or may not remember that Tommy Shelby is my on/off affair TVBF so it was with considerable excitement that I awaited his return in this second series. Only to be put off by the extreme violence of it. Where is Grace when you need her? Her gentle influence is missing and I wonder whether she'll be back. I loved her singing. And she wielded a mean knee when necessary too. If she isn't, I will be defecting to Our Girl, which has the consolation prize of Captain James (although I have to share him with ma and my sis who have both already laid claim).
In other news, M has a new TVGF in the form of YET ANOTHER blasted weather girl. I told him she looks like a lollipop. He just grinned. Infuriating man.
Waitrose has just arrived so bear with me while I get the food in. When I come back I will tell you a secret recipe for Keeping Spiders Away......
......The poor man was soaked and Teddy barked at him while Pop jumped up and down like she was concealing springs or extremely small trampolines under her paws.
Last year I was told that Conkers are a natural insect repellant. They contain a bitter chemical called Saponin which spiders are not keen on. So, to keep spiders away, scatter a few conkers in every room. Apparently, this also works on clothes moths (which are ONE species - Tineola bisselliella) and as we are beset with these moths I have now hung a couple of bags of conkers inside the wardrobes as well as putting them on the floor. I used a couple of organza bags for this purpose and they have done the job well. I only have conkers in four rooms, so tomorrow will send L off to school with instructions to pick up a bag full from the tree on the playing field and then I shall distribute them throughout the house and see whether it works. The big 'uns (the ones that wear hobnail boots and scamper about) are coming in and I am not a fan :o(
Well, I have waffled on enough and will let you get back to whatever it was you were doing before you kindly stopped to read this. Have a pleasant evening all,