Wednesday, 6 January 2016
Sewing Club, Siskins, Croquet In The Rain & An Update On Teddy
Three days back into the Old Routine and the holidays seem a distant memory. I'm already snowed under with assignments for college which I have made a start on and am plodding through, but today I rebelled and took a day out for Sewing Club at Ma's house.
She'd given me some old cushions a while back and I found some farmyard material in the sale at C&H over the weekend that I thought would go perfectly with them, so this morning I whizzed them up with the aid of Phyllis (sewing machine, remember?) zips and all and I'm pleased with the result. I am fully expecting M to utter the immortal words why do we need more cushions? when he gets home, but I will choose to ignore him :o) As I also made him a cover for his netbook and a zipped bag to store mobile phone/ keys/ office card in when he's cycling to and from work I don't think he's in any position to over-grumble, do you?
Teddy is getting better (thank you for all your get well messages), but he is driving me mad in the process. He HATES taking his pill (twice a day and, now that he's wised up to the fact it was being smuggled in via cheese, involving an ungainly struggle with his jaw, which it turns out he is capable of clamping tight regardless of any treat incentives on offer) and he HATES having his neck dressed twice a day and bright pink sticky V.E.T. bandage applied. Poppy tries to help by offering moral support and then licking the exorbitantly expensive manuka honey I'm treating the eczema with when she thinks I'm not watching, or worse by thieving the cheese bribe I've laid by to make friends with Ted again afterwards.
As a result, Teddy is giving me the Cold Shoulder Proper, while seeking out every other member of the family to tell his tale of woe to :o( He's been taking himself upstairs (highly illegal) and hiding in F's bedroom, presumably also in an attempt to avoid me and today at sewing club it was Granny he went and chatted to when he had something important to say. Poppy sat on my lap and blew a raspberry at him, which didn't improve the situation, and then Dougal (one of their Westie Cousins) came in and peed on one of the new cushions, just as I was expressing the hope that no one would.
The plus side of that was that I found out quicker than expected that the newly-constructed cushion covers do withstand the attentions of washing machines :o)
In Other News, I've been busy chucking out the final remnants of the cold Uncles Charles infected everyone with on Boxing Day. It's been a whopper- Grandad is on antibiotics and croaking like a frog, Uncle Peter has a throat so sore he can't even swallow water, Uncle Charles has lost his voice and is also on anti-b's. The same day as the Great Passing On Of Germs, Uncle Charles' wife fell out of bed after taking two sleeping pills and didn't realise until she woke on the floor the following morning black and blue, and my ma in law slipped in some turkey fat and bruised her coccyx. M likened the day to Lockerley Village's version of And Then There Were None, as we steadily dropped away stricken one by one like flies.
I finally shook mine off yesterday by losing my temper with it and going for a Very Fast Run with Pops. I figure it had reached Kill Or Cure Time. I left Ted at home because it was dusk and I didn't fancy managing two dogs in the semi-dark on a country lane where cars drive past too fast. Of course when we got home I got the Double Cold Shoulder for not taking him too, but on the plus side the cold has shifted and I did also hear a Tawny Wol calling from the Oak as we ran beneath it, which was Rather Lovely. I imagined it was Bop and felt all warm and sentimental.
While it has at long last got colder here, Hellebores are blooming in the garden, as is the Camelia and the Daphne is also in Full Swing. Down the lane daffodils are nodding and I saw snowdrops last week too. The Siskins have returned in a great flock, twittering away in the tops of the Alders, although one beautiful male did also grace the garden feeders.
Today's weather has been lovely - bright and clear - but more typical recently has been copious quantities of rain. M and F played croquet in waterproofs in downpours over the weekend (croquet is a vicious game the way they play it, involving an absolute determination to knock each other out (figuratively, although with those mallets and their competitiveness I'm never too sure) so I steer well clear). Despite the torrential downpours, the light is slowly returning and running last night was possible between 4.30 and 5 without over-reliance on a head torch. It's always good when you get that sense of the light coming back :o)
Right, off to dress Teddy's wound AGAIN and apologise AGAIN and apply a new pink bandage AGAIN, and then quite possibly make up a large G&T (again) while cooking tea.
Hope all are well?