I am fairly sure there is something out there in the yard but try as I might I can’t see it and Kaz just won’t let me out to have a proper look. At least Kaz mowed yesterday so there is a better chance of seeing “it” – whatever “it” is. There is the slightest possibility that it might be the rain because there has been heaps of that … or it might be those little toadie things that are thriving out there in the wet.
Aunty A came today… carrying all her gear in through the wet. She really does a good job and it’s wonderful seeing the Mummies running around tidying up the house before she gets here.
Oh … oh … and speaking of the Mummies, they went out shopping today and brought home another of those dashed plush toys … and this one sings. They have called him Morris or Maurice (rhymes with something sounding like geese or grease). When I was introducing myself to him, Kaz took a video. And then she had the camera out again this evening when I was trying to sleep in my new (bottom) box.
Nigella ... 