Tuesday, 7th December
Relatively early morning. Leisurely coffee, bit of mippie cuddles ... off to work.
Cat food turns out not to be the treats I need, but a spare of the Fit 32. The treats are on their way, though. And they'll come and collect the Hummingbirds tomorrow - hopefully the butterflies arrive in time!
Back at home, I'm carrying on weeding the poor yellow rose's bed. I fear I may be too late, though ... well, I'm doing my best. I've added food as well. Then Smeagol came and added his personal perfume, followed later by Mewthos, who dug a hole and watered! Sigh, I suppose there's the cause of the poor rose's demise ... well, that's one of the reasons I don't buy such delicate plants. But who knows, maybe it'll recover?
Back inside ... well ... nothing to tell. Shower. Dinner. Cuddles. Good night.
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