I’ve been quite irritated this evening, Friends, by the lack of generosity in my house. Young Lad had a nice piece of home-made flapjack on his plate for an evening snack, and I stood as close as possible to the plate to make it perfectly clear that I too fancied an evening snack. Despite my most appealing expression and the slightly-cocked ears which make me look highly intelligent, no flapjack was shared with me. This is rude in the extreme.
Much the same had happened earlier on, when Lad wandered in chomping on a piece of garlic bread. I whined and grizzled as I sat by his feet, but he took no notice whatsoever. I’m beginning to wonder what I need to do to be noticed around here.
I did, however, manage to snatch an apple core and run off with it, and don’t forget that the kitchen is in a state due to all the baking. There is still some shortbread mixture on the floor under the fridge if you get right down and slide your tongue underneath. You should try it. You’ll be amazed what you can find under there.
On the subject of baking, Young Lad had Food Technology today. Of course he failed to mention this last night, so there was a marginally hysterical dash round the kitchen this morning trying to find the ingredients. Luckily it was only flapjack, so we had all the requisite items. Readers, I’m sure Young Lad has already made flapjack in Food Tech, but I’m not one to complain and will happily eat the fruits of his labours. I was very much looking forward to seeing him when he got back from school tonight.
Alas, Young Lad’s flapjack wasn’t a triumph today. With the worrying words “it went a bit wrong,” he emptied it out of his Food Tech box. Indeed it had gone wrong. Flapjack should be chewy and flexible in texture, not rock hard – advice was given to Young Lad that the oven was clearly too hot and the flapjack had been left in for too long. Poor Young Lad – I hardly feel such admonishment was necessary. Even though Young Lad’s flapjack could do serious damage to my teeth, I will happily give it a go. I’m sure it tastes lovely. Don’t worry – Young Lad wasn’t forced to eat his own inferior flapjack this evening. She had knocked up a batch last night that wasn’t rock hard.
What you can see in the picture below, Readers, is the very nice 200 thread count John Lewis white duvet cover, once I have climbed on it soon after popping out in the garden. I really can’t see what the problem is, can you?
Of course, none of the mud could possibly have come from Gingercat’s feet, could it!
I’ve had a lovely day today at dear, dear Pippa’s house. It was the usual wonderful blend of walks and sleeping. Yesterday, at dear Ebony’s house, it was so sunny that I climbed into a chair in the sun and slept for ages. Life is good at moments like this. In many ways it’s a shame I have to come back home.
Anyway, the Christmas Tree hasn’t fallen over all by itself again since Monday, which is marvellous news. I still can’t work out how that happened. I do wish they would hurry up and put the Cadbury’s Tree decorations on though, as I know for a fact that they’re still on a high shelf in a kitchen cupboard. Some would say the shelf isn’t quite high enough as I know for another fact that someone has broken into the packet of Cadbury’s Tree Decorations and eaten two, citing stress. This happens every year and is very disappointing. Stress! Try my life.
Young Lad and his friend had a lovely time at football training last night, and they were given the name of someone else for whom to buy a present as a “Secret Santa” concept. It seems the “secret” part of “Secret Santa” was quite challenging for them, and the boys all told each other whose name they had. It’s still a lovely idea. I wonder if I should do “Secret Santa” for Pippa and Ebony.
The week has gone very quickly, Friends, and it doesn’t seem five minutes since someone was balanced precariously in their slippers on a ladder outside the front door, hanging up lights on the porch roof. This is a slight improvement on last year’s nod to health and safety when the same activity was completed in high heels. I’m glad to see they do learn from their mistakes, occasionally. I’m looking forward to tomorrow night as it is Friday. He is going out for his work Christmas ‘do’,and Lad is hoping to hang out with his friends in a town far away. This means that the sofa is reserved for Young Lad, She, Gingercat and I with the new cushions (which I will chuck on the floor) and a blanket. How lovely. I do like a good Friday night in.
I’d like to point out that at this precise moment I am behaving impeccably, whilst Gingercat is standing on his hind legs trying to hit the ornaments on the tree. There is,of course, an indulgent chorus of”oh look at dear Gingercat,” whereas I would be shouted at and sent to my bed if it was me. I’d like to point out as well, not for the first time, that Gingercat is the equivalent of 75 in human years and therefore incredibly immature in his behaviour. And irritating.
Well it is quite chilly tonight, Friends, so my comfort break in the garden before bed will be very short. Lad is in the other room doing revision for a Biology test tomorrow – I know! – and He and Young Lad are watching “World’s Worst Flights.” This is very dull.
I can only hope that my family share more of their snacks with me tomorrow night as it really has been disappointing tonight. They’re not the only ones that need to comfort eat.
Keep warm, Friends,