While I wasn’t looking my hostas have started coming up. And the BASTARD SLUGS have already been at them!
Now dear reader, I like to think I am a kind liberal person – but where slugs are concerned I have no mercy. Unlike rats, (which I also don’t care for) they cannot be eaten in extremis, or used to flavour bar snacks. No, this is WAR, and as you will see from my pics, bugger organic gardening, I’d use agent orange if it rid me of these varmints.
Alas – the pounding my flips took in Florence has nearly obliterated the kitties from my ‘Hello Kitty’ flipflops. I’m not usually a ‘girlie girl’ but I just adored these. Still, I saw some ‘Hello Kitty’ knickers in Italy and if that doesn’t induce me to lose weight I don’t know what will!
Here is the birthday girl! She’s not bad for 90 is she? (Thank you A. for pic)
Courtney wondering why Grandma is so buoyant.
Grandma now has a glittery castle – that’s why (not the two pints of lager, dear me no).
Everyone else seems to be having fun…
And Jean just shows her lovely profile.
Too late for me to reform 😎
It was my nephew Richard’s 10th bithday party today, so we had a clan gathering down in Kent. This morning there was an earthquake in Ashford, where my brother lives, but we all slept through it.
My sister Hanna, was as usual the hostess with the mostess.
My bro, Jerry, was delighting my Ma with Australian sayings – for example, “she’s so ugly she’d scare a hungry dog out of a butcher’s shop”
Rachel (Jerry’s little girl) ejoyed the cat from next door.
She was very interested in the guinea pigs.
Very, very interested.
And manged to get up close and personal.
I have to say I was rather keen on them myself. This magnificent little boar is ‘Mashy’.
I just loved his delicate little paws.
Izzie, Richard’s sister, has just taken up the flute. When she’s had a few more lessons, perhaps she’ll blow rather than suck 8-).
Now what was that report about not allowing children to have alcohol?
Clearly there’s a link with violence.
A bit of mob justice will stop him becoming a delinquent!
Hurrah – have installed the web cam I gave Dad for his birthday. I admit this photo makes me look like I’m at the bottom of a pond!
Now I have persuade him to use it! I’ve given up hoping Ma will use her digital camera. Although she did turn on Dad’s broadband router today which suprised me no end.
Driving back to my parents’ house in Kent, I realised how much the place had changed. All the oast houses are now desirable residences and the hops are long gone. However, the orchards are still in bloom and wonderful.
As I was driving I couldn’t take an orchard, so here’s the quince in my parents’ garden – planted next to the remains of the old quince.
The crab apple – whose fruit will become jelly.
I couldn’t resist these love blue bobbles – ceanothus I believe.
And I also couldn’t resist this little violet.
Realised that I hadn’t included my cutest shot! The horses used by the mounted police in Florence wear little leather shoes to protect their hooves from the cobbles!
I was reminded as one of my nicest work colleagues is back from maternity leave. As well as two sprogs, she has a new Jack Russell puppy and a SHETLAND PONY. The latter, Barney, is “everything you don’t want in a man – short, bad tempered and ginger. And he tries to shag your leg all the time”. Unlike a man, the pony can be gelded 8-).