We had high hopes for our dandy-lion wine, (see part 1 and part 2) but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. For some strange and unknowable reason we’ve ended up with dandelion and orange cider vinegar. We’re going to have a chat with our wine making expert next time we’re in town to pick up our latest batch of red wine. Thusly armed (with both red wine and information) we will try again next year, omitting the oranges. Mrs Widds and I concur, ‘the oranges did it!’
In my last post I teased you with teh pawz of doom. Here’s the pic again to refresh your memory.
No, we haven’t gained another household member, this is Coco, the neighbourhood cat Widdercat refused to have anything to do with, and we, being well trained staffpersons, also had nothing to do with. (sneaking cuddles down by the lake doesn’t count)
A few weeks after Widdercat crossed to the Summerlands, Coco decide to drop in for a visit. After thoroughly checking every nook and cranny in the place, (just because someone has vacated the premises physically doesn’t mean they don’t leave ambushes for fluffy interlopers) she decided we would become her adopted staffpersons for a few hours every day.
I dare say she felt it her duty to make sure we didn’t lapse into any un-staffpersonly habits.
It’s kinda like being cat grandparents. You get the cuddles and playing (and cyoot photo ops) then pack ‘em off back to their parents.