Sunday

Very early morning, Mewthos stands next to my head and sends a streak of eau-de-Mew on my curtains!

I finally got up, let mippies out ... and Smeagol cornered Janey ... outside the garden. And wouldn't let go! Even when I threw a rock at him (small one, of course)! Poor Janey was crapping herself ... She finally made it to the hole in the fence and zoomed right inside, while I held off Smeagol. Screaming and shouting!

I'm enjoying my coffee ... Janey's spend a minute on my lap. She's still cleaning herself.

I've emptied the washing machine, hung out the bedding to dry - just the last bit. Took down the curtain and put that in the machine. Sigh ... that wasn't the plan for today.

Past ten, and curtains back up, bed is back to normal ... Mini has stopped attacking Janey - who temporarily smells of Smeagol ... 

I'm not getting started today. Just feeling listless ...

Well, everything is ready for baking - just letting the rolls rise. I collected poppy pods - the bed is abuzz with bees! They're rolling around in the flowers like strippers around a pole!

I'm not very energetic ... done pretty much nothing all day. Just the absolute musts - not in the mood to clean the kitchen again. The bread rolls all split open ... I hope the chicken works out better.

Well, thanks, Mewthos, for spoiling my weekend! First my Saturday, forcing me to wash the bedding, followed by forced washing of curtains!

Well, most weekends he's a delight, lifting my spirits when he leads me outside - and then there are some weekends like this one. Where he spoils my whole weekend with his piddling.

Mippies came in early, chicken smells good, I'm running my bath ... I'm done for the day.