Post by: Nick on February 21, 2016, 04:13:29 PM
Post by: apc2010 on February 21, 2016, 04:22:07 PM
Post by: Nick on February 21, 2016, 04:22:53 PM
Post by: Barman on February 21, 2016, 04:25:08 PM
I could see TMR. He could use the litter tray :thumbsup:
And you could empty it down the bog again... facepalm:
Post by: Nick on February 21, 2016, 04:26:13 PM
Post by: Grumpmeister on February 22, 2016, 01:15:29 PM
Quote from: Brighton Cat
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He's coming back again? But, but, but my therapist said I'd been making progress after the last time he was here.
Post by: Nick on April 18, 2016, 11:30:11 AM
Off early on Saturday. Malaga for lunch with Pasties on Tuesday cloud9:
Lunch in London Wednesday cloud9:
Brighton Festival to explore cloud9:
Visit from Miss I cloud9:
What can possibly go wrong? rubschin:
Post by: apc2010 on April 18, 2016, 11:40:03 AM
Starting to get ready, like :thumbsup:
Off early on Saturday. Malaga for lunch with Pasties on Tuesday cloud9:
Lunch in London Wednesday cloud9:
Brighton Festival to explore cloud9:
Visit from Miss I cloud9:
What can possibly go wrong? rubschin:
Thumbs:
scared2:
Post by: Nick on April 18, 2016, 11:42:25 AM
Post by: Grumpmeister on April 18, 2016, 12:19:54 PM
Quote from: Brighton Cat
Bugger this for a lark I'm off
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Post by: Steve on April 18, 2016, 02:06:34 PM
Thumbs: Thumbs:Starting to get ready, like :thumbsup:
Off early on Saturday. Malaga for lunch with Pasties on Tuesday cloud9:
Lunch in London Wednesday cloud9:
Brighton Festival to explore cloud9:
Visit from Miss I cloud9:
What can possibly go wrong? rubschin:
Thumbs:
Post by: apc2010 on April 18, 2016, 11:22:45 PM
It seems that there are some dietary changes for the cats and instructions will be left for me as the owners will have left by the time I get there (keys hidden under a rock, like :thumbsup:)
Brighton rock.......... rubschin:
Post by: Nick on April 23, 2016, 05:58:07 PM
Finally in Brighton with two angry cats. scared2:
What a 24 hours! Discovered late yesterday that Mrs Nick is VERY ill in hospital, where she has been for a week, and is expected to be in for at least two more weeks. No one told me. NO answer from the Boy on landline or mobile. Finally tracked him down to a new phone number via his school (he had broken another phone AND lost old SIM card so got himself some cheapo SIM from Tesco.)
Had someone told me about this I would have gone over there to look after him, not least as his A levels start in three weeks and this sort of upheaval is not good. Instead he is staying at Mrs Nick’s horrid brother’s place nearby. He and his Mrs are “devout” Catholics of a dangerous turn of mind. evil:
Made some alterations to Brighton arrangements (was due here at 10 a.m. today) and headed for Wirral at early o’clock. Met The Boy and whisked him to Nick Towers #1 to collect stuff he needed and supplies for the bedridden Mrs Nick (useless BiL and SiL had not done this) . Organised replacement phone and SIM ascribed to the contract I pay for for him and then we had to go shopping for him and Mrs Nick.
At this point Miss I calls from Dublin where things are a bit strained with Papa. Conversations all on hands free speakerphone as we are driving, so the Boy is earwigging. scared2:
She is mad about books and yesterday came across a signed limited edition of Waiting for Godot. She wanted to buy it but Papa went “arm wavingly mad” and told her she was nuts. Words were exchanged. “But it is only 995 Euros,” she wailed. “Do you think I am nuts?” I lied and said No while the Boy gaped at the phone. I advised her to haggle and see if they would drop the price. She said she would have to buy it secretly while parking Papa and his wheelchair somewhere. The Boy chipped in and said “Go to the bookshop and flutter your eyelashes, darlin’” facepalm:
Stunned silence from Dublin, followed by, “Good plan, will try that. Who are you?” A conversation developed which I sensed was going in the direction of some sort of Dad Comparison exercise, suddenly realised she is only about 8 years older than him and I cut the call short.
The Boy said, “1000 Euros for a poxy book. Is she a loony?” I dodged the question and dragged him back to the subject of broken phones. angel1
Stuff delivered to a mercifully semi-awake Mrs Nick at the horsepickle (she has a quite rare viral infection of her nervous system which affects just about everything including, mercifully, speech. Full recovery anticipated) and then took him out for a late lunch before delivering him to tennis club and an assignation with the lovely Lydia. (More condoms purchased by me “just in case, like” Flavoured ones were preferred. Who am I to pass judgement?) rubschin:
Set out for near enough 300 mile drive to Brighton. M6 through Brum sounded awful so paid for the Toll Road. M40, M25 and now here. Getting a takeaway.
Miss I bought the book and Papa found out. scared2: More wailing from Dublin. Backache from wheelchair pushing so introduced her to the concept of Radox. angel1
Having an early night…………..May yet have to go up to Scallypool on the train for a day if circs change. Meantime, Malaga on Tuesday for lunch with Pasties. Not sure I can keep this pace up. NickSick
Post by: The Moan Ranger on April 23, 2016, 06:09:33 PM
You, Sir, are an honour to know
Finally in Brighton with two angry cats. scared2:
What a 24 hours! Discovered late yesterday that Mrs Nick is VERY ill in hospital, where she has been for a week, and is expected to be in for at least two more weeks. No one told me. NO answer from the Boy on landline or mobile. Finally tracked him down to a new phone number via his school (he had broken another phone AND lost old SIM card so got himself some cheapo SIM from Tesco.)
Had someone told me about this I would have gone over there to look after him, not least as his A levels start in three weeks and this sort of upheaval is not good. Instead he is staying at Mrs Nick’s horrid brother’s place nearby. He and his Mrs are “devout” Catholics of a dangerous turn of mind. evil:
Made some alterations to Brighton arrangements (was due here at 10 a.m. today) and headed for Wirral at early o’clock. Met The Boy and whisked him to Nick Towers #1 to collect stuff he needed and supplies for the bedridden Mrs Nick (useless BiL and SiL had not done this) . Organised replacement phone and SIM ascribed to the contract I pay for for him and then we had to go shopping for him and Mrs Nick.
At this point Miss I calls from Dublin where things are a bit strained with Papa. Conversations all on hands free speakerphone as we are driving, so the Boy is earwigging. scared2:
She is mad about books and yesterday came across a signed limited edition of Waiting for Godot. She wanted to buy it but Papa went “arm wavingly mad” and told her she was nuts. Words were exchanged. “But it is only 995 Euros,” she wailed. “Do you think I am nuts?” I lied and said No while the Boy gaped at the phone. I advised her to haggle and see if they would drop the price. She said she would have to buy it secretly while parking Papa and his wheelchair somewhere. The Boy chipped in and said “Go to the bookshop and flutter your eyelashes, darlin’” facepalm:
Stunned silence from Dublin, followed by, “Good plan, will try that. Who are you?” A conversation developed which I sensed was going in the direction of some sort of Dad Comparison exercise, suddenly realised she is only about 8 years older than him and I cut the call short.
The Boy said, “1000 Euros for a poxy book. Is she a loony?” I dodged the question and dragged him back to the subject of broken phones. angel1
Stuff delivered to a mercifully semi-awake Mrs Nick at the horsepickle (she has a quite rare viral infection of her nervous system which affects just about everything including, mercifully, speech. Full recovery anticipated) and then took him out for a late lunch before delivering him to tennis club and an assignation with the lovely Lydia. (More condoms purchased by me “just in case, like” Flavoured ones were preferred. Who am I to pass judgement?) rubschin:
Set out for near enough 300 mile drive to Brighton. M6 through Brum sounded awful so paid for the Toll Road. M40, M25 and now here. Getting a takeaway.
Miss I bought the book and Papa found out. scared2: More wailing from Dublin. Backache from wheelchair pushing so introduced her to the concept of Radox. angel1
Having an early night…………..May yet have to go up to Scallypool on the train for a day if circs change. Meantime, Malaga on Tuesday for lunch with Pasties. Not sure I can keep this pace up. NickSick
Post by: Barman on April 23, 2016, 06:15:51 PM
Finally in Brighton with two angry cats. scared2:
What a 24 hours! Discovered late yesterday that Mrs Nick is VERY ill in hospital, where she has been for a week, and is expected to be in for at least two more weeks. No one told me. NO answer from the Boy on landline or mobile. Finally tracked him down to a new phone number via his school (he had broken another phone AND lost old SIM card so got himself some cheapo SIM from Tesco.)
Had someone told me about this I would have gone over there to look after him, not least as his A levels start in three weeks and this sort of upheaval is not good. Instead he is staying at Mrs Nick’s horrid brother’s place nearby. He and his Mrs are “devout” Catholics of a dangerous turn of mind. evil:
Made some alterations to Brighton arrangements (was due here at 10 a.m. today) and headed for Wirral at early o’clock. Met The Boy and whisked him to Nick Towers #1 to collect stuff he needed and supplies for the bedridden Mrs Nick (useless BiL and SiL had not done this) . Organised replacement phone and SIM ascribed to the contract I pay for for him and then we had to go shopping for him and Mrs Nick.
At this point Miss I calls from Dublin where things are a bit strained with Papa. Conversations all on hands free speakerphone as we are driving, so the Boy is earwigging. scared2:
She is mad about books and yesterday came across a signed limited edition of Waiting for Godot. She wanted to buy it but Papa went “arm wavingly mad” and told her she was nuts. Words were exchanged. “But it is only 995 Euros,” she wailed. “Do you think I am nuts?” I lied and said No while the Boy gaped at the phone. I advised her to haggle and see if they would drop the price. She said she would have to buy it secretly while parking Papa and his wheelchair somewhere. The Boy chipped in and said “Go to the bookshop and flutter your eyelashes, darlin’” facepalm:
Stunned silence from Dublin, followed by, “Good plan, will try that. Who are you?” A conversation developed which I sensed was going in the direction of some sort of Dad Comparison exercise, suddenly realised she is only about 8 years older than him and I cut the call short.
The Boy said, “1000 Euros for a poxy book. Is she a loony?” I dodged the question and dragged him back to the subject of broken phones. angel1
Stuff delivered to a mercifully semi-awake Mrs Nick at the horsepickle (she has a quite rare viral infection of her nervous system which affects just about everything including, mercifully, speech. Full recovery anticipated) and then took him out for a late lunch before delivering him to tennis club and an assignation with the lovely Lydia. (More condoms purchased by me “just in case, like” Flavoured ones were preferred. Who am I to pass judgement?) rubschin:
Set out for near enough 300 mile drive to Brighton. M6 through Brum sounded awful so paid for the Toll Road. M40, M25 and now here. Getting a takeaway.
Miss I bought the book and Papa found out. scared2: More wailing from Dublin. Backache from wheelchair pushing so introduced her to the concept of Radox. angel1
Having an early night…………..May yet have to go up to Scallypool on the train for a day if circs change. Meantime, Malaga on Tuesday for lunch with Pasties. Not sure I can keep this pace up. NickSick
You do make us larf! :thumbsup:
Post by: Steve on April 23, 2016, 06:18:13 PM
;D :thumbsup: :thumbsup:You, Sir, are an honour to know
Finally in Brighton with two angry cats. scared2:
What a 24 hours! Discovered late yesterday that Mrs Nick is VERY ill in hospital, where she has been for a week, and is expected to be in for at least two more weeks. No one told me. NO answer from the Boy on landline or mobile. Finally tracked him down to a new phone number via his school (he had broken another phone AND lost old SIM card so got himself some cheapo SIM from Tesco.)
Had someone told me about this I would have gone over there to look after him, not least as his A levels start in three weeks and this sort of upheaval is not good. Instead he is staying at Mrs Nick’s horrid brother’s place nearby. He and his Mrs are “devout” Catholics of a dangerous turn of mind. evil:
Made some alterations to Brighton arrangements (was due here at 10 a.m. today) and headed for Wirral at early o’clock. Met The Boy and whisked him to Nick Towers #1 to collect stuff he needed and supplies for the bedridden Mrs Nick (useless BiL and SiL had not done this) . Organised replacement phone and SIM ascribed to the contract I pay for for him and then we had to go shopping for him and Mrs Nick.
At this point Miss I calls from Dublin where things are a bit strained with Papa. Conversations all on hands free speakerphone as we are driving, so the Boy is earwigging. scared2:
She is mad about books and yesterday came across a signed limited edition of Waiting for Godot. She wanted to buy it but Papa went “arm wavingly mad” and told her she was nuts. Words were exchanged. “But it is only 995 Euros,” she wailed. “Do you think I am nuts?” I lied and said No while the Boy gaped at the phone. I advised her to haggle and see if they would drop the price. She said she would have to buy it secretly while parking Papa and his wheelchair somewhere. The Boy chipped in and said “Go to the bookshop and flutter your eyelashes, darlin’” facepalm:
Stunned silence from Dublin, followed by, “Good plan, will try that. Who are you?” A conversation developed which I sensed was going in the direction of some sort of Dad Comparison exercise, suddenly realised she is only about 8 years older than him and I cut the call short.
The Boy said, “1000 Euros for a poxy book. Is she a loony?” I dodged the question and dragged him back to the subject of broken phones. angel1
Stuff delivered to a mercifully semi-awake Mrs Nick at the horsepickle (she has a quite rare viral infection of her nervous system which affects just about everything including, mercifully, speech. Full recovery anticipated) and then took him out for a late lunch before delivering him to tennis club and an assignation with the lovely Lydia. (More condoms purchased by me “just in case, like” Flavoured ones were preferred. Who am I to pass judgement?) rubschin:
Set out for near enough 300 mile drive to Brighton. M6 through Brum sounded awful so paid for the Toll Road. M40, M25 and now here. Getting a takeaway.
Miss I bought the book and Papa found out. scared2: More wailing from Dublin. Backache from wheelchair pushing so introduced her to the concept of Radox. angel1
Having an early night…………..May yet have to go up to Scallypool on the train for a day if circs change. Meantime, Malaga on Tuesday for lunch with Pasties. Not sure I can keep this pace up. NickSick
Post by: apc2010 on April 23, 2016, 06:24:21 PM
You, Sir, are an honour to know
Finally in Brighton with two angry cats. scared2:
What a 24 hours! Discovered late yesterday that Mrs Nick is VERY ill in hospital, where she has been for a week, and is expected to be in for at least two more weeks. No one told me. NO answer from the Boy on landline or mobile. Finally tracked him down to a new phone number via his school (he had broken another phone AND lost old SIM card so got himself some cheapo SIM from Tesco.)
Had someone told me about this I would have gone over there to look after him, not least as his A levels start in three weeks and this sort of upheaval is not good. Instead he is staying at Mrs Nick’s horrid brother’s place nearby. He and his Mrs are “devout” Catholics of a dangerous turn of mind. evil:
Made some alterations to Brighton arrangements (was due here at 10 a.m. today) and headed for Wirral at early o’clock. Met The Boy and whisked him to Nick Towers #1 to collect stuff he needed and supplies for the bedridden Mrs Nick (useless BiL and SiL had not done this) . Organised replacement phone and SIM ascribed to the contract I pay for for him and then we had to go shopping for him and Mrs Nick.
At this point Miss I calls from Dublin where things are a bit strained with Papa. Conversations all on hands free speakerphone as we are driving, so the Boy is earwigging. scared2:
She is mad about books and yesterday came across a signed limited edition of Waiting for Godot. She wanted to buy it but Papa went “arm wavingly mad” and told her she was nuts. Words were exchanged. “But it is only 995 Euros,” she wailed. “Do you think I am nuts?” I lied and said No while the Boy gaped at the phone. I advised her to haggle and see if they would drop the price. She said she would have to buy it secretly while parking Papa and his wheelchair somewhere. The Boy chipped in and said “Go to the bookshop and flutter your eyelashes, darlin’” facepalm:
Stunned silence from Dublin, followed by, “Good plan, will try that. Who are you?” A conversation developed which I sensed was going in the direction of some sort of Dad Comparison exercise, suddenly realised she is only about 8 years older than him and I cut the call short.
The Boy said, “1000 Euros for a poxy book. Is she a loony?” I dodged the question and dragged him back to the subject of broken phones. angel1
Stuff delivered to a mercifully semi-awake Mrs Nick at the horsepickle (she has a quite rare viral infection of her nervous system which affects just about everything including, mercifully, speech. Full recovery anticipated) and then took him out for a late lunch before delivering him to tennis club and an assignation with the lovely Lydia. (More condoms purchased by me “just in case, like” Flavoured ones were preferred. Who am I to pass judgement?) rubschin:
Set out for near enough 300 mile drive to Brighton. M6 through Brum sounded awful so paid for the Toll Road. M40, M25 and now here. Getting a takeaway.
Miss I bought the book and Papa found out. scared2: More wailing from Dublin. Backache from wheelchair pushing so introduced her to the concept of Radox. angel1
Having an early night…………..May yet have to go up to Scallypool on the train for a day if circs change. Meantime, Malaga on Tuesday for lunch with Pasties. Not sure I can keep this pace up. NickSick
I second that .... Thumbs:
Post by: apc2010 on April 23, 2016, 06:25:32 PM
You, Sir, are an honour to know
Finally in Brighton with two angry cats. scared2:
What a 24 hours! Discovered late yesterday that Mrs Nick is VERY ill in hospital, where she has been for a week, and is expected to be in for at least two more weeks. No one told me. NO answer from the Boy on landline or mobile. Finally tracked him down to a new phone number via his school (he had broken another phone AND lost old SIM card so got himself some cheapo SIM from Tesco.)
Had someone told me about this I would have gone over there to look after him, not least as his A levels start in three weeks and this sort of upheaval is not good. Instead he is staying at Mrs Nick’s horrid brother’s place nearby. He and his Mrs are “devout” Catholics of a dangerous turn of mind. evil:
Made some alterations to Brighton arrangements (was due here at 10 a.m. today) and headed for Wirral at early o’clock. Met The Boy and whisked him to Nick Towers #1 to collect stuff he needed and supplies for the bedridden Mrs Nick (useless BiL and SiL had not done this) . Organised replacement phone and SIM ascribed to the contract I pay for for him and then we had to go shopping for him and Mrs Nick.
At this point Miss I calls from Dublin where things are a bit strained with Papa. Conversations all on hands free speakerphone as we are driving, so the Boy is earwigging. scared2:
She is mad about books and yesterday came across a signed limited edition of Waiting for Godot. She wanted to buy it but Papa went “arm wavingly mad” and told her she was nuts. Words were exchanged. “But it is only 995 Euros,” she wailed. “Do you think I am nuts?” I lied and said No while the Boy gaped at the phone. I advised her to haggle and see if they would drop the price. She said she would have to buy it secretly while parking Papa and his wheelchair somewhere. The Boy chipped in and said “Go to the bookshop and flutter your eyelashes, darlin’” facepalm:
Stunned silence from Dublin, followed by, “Good plan, will try that. Who are you?” A conversation developed which I sensed was going in the direction of some sort of Dad Comparison exercise, suddenly realised she is only about 8 years older than him and I cut the call short.
The Boy said, “1000 Euros for a poxy book. Is she a loony?” I dodged the question and dragged him back to the subject of broken phones. angel1
Stuff delivered to a mercifully semi-awake Mrs Nick at the horsepickle (she has a quite rare viral infection of her nervous system which affects just about everything including, mercifully, speech. Full recovery anticipated) and then took him out for a late lunch before delivering him to tennis club and an assignation with the lovely Lydia. (More condoms purchased by me “just in case, like” Flavoured ones were preferred. Who am I to pass judgement?) rubschin:
Set out for near enough 300 mile drive to Brighton. M6 through Brum sounded awful so paid for the Toll Road. M40, M25 and now here. Getting a takeaway.
Miss I bought the book and Papa found out. scared2: More wailing from Dublin. Backache from wheelchair pushing so introduced her to the concept of Radox. angel1
Having an early night…………..May yet have to go up to Scallypool on the train for a day if circs change. Meantime, Malaga on Tuesday for lunch with Pasties. Not sure I can keep this pace up. NickSick
I second that .... Thumbs:
But why does Miss I like flavoured condoms ........... rubschin:
Post by: Darwins Selection on April 24, 2016, 07:29:58 AM
Never a dull moment. :thumbsup:;D :thumbsup: :thumbsup:You, Sir, are an honour to know
Finally in Brighton with two angry cats. scared2:
What a 24 hours! Discovered late yesterday that Mrs Nick is VERY ill in hospital, where she has been for a week, and is expected to be in for at least two more weeks. No one told me. NO answer from the Boy on landline or mobile. Finally tracked him down to a new phone number via his school (he had broken another phone AND lost old SIM card so got himself some cheapo SIM from Tesco.)
Had someone told me about this I would have gone over there to look after him, not least as his A levels start in three weeks and this sort of upheaval is not good. Instead he is staying at Mrs Nick’s horrid brother’s place nearby. He and his Mrs are “devout” Catholics of a dangerous turn of mind. evil:
Made some alterations to Brighton arrangements (was due here at 10 a.m. today) and headed for Wirral at early o’clock. Met The Boy and whisked him to Nick Towers #1 to collect stuff he needed and supplies for the bedridden Mrs Nick (useless BiL and SiL had not done this) . Organised replacement phone and SIM ascribed to the contract I pay for for him and then we had to go shopping for him and Mrs Nick.
At this point Miss I calls from Dublin where things are a bit strained with Papa. Conversations all on hands free speakerphone as we are driving, so the Boy is earwigging. scared2:
She is mad about books and yesterday came across a signed limited edition of Waiting for Godot. She wanted to buy it but Papa went “arm wavingly mad” and told her she was nuts. Words were exchanged. “But it is only 995 Euros,” she wailed. “Do you think I am nuts?” I lied and said No while the Boy gaped at the phone. I advised her to haggle and see if they would drop the price. She said she would have to buy it secretly while parking Papa and his wheelchair somewhere. The Boy chipped in and said “Go to the bookshop and flutter your eyelashes, darlin’” facepalm:
Stunned silence from Dublin, followed by, “Good plan, will try that. Who are you?” A conversation developed which I sensed was going in the direction of some sort of Dad Comparison exercise, suddenly realised she is only about 8 years older than him and I cut the call short.
The Boy said, “1000 Euros for a poxy book. Is she a loony?” I dodged the question and dragged him back to the subject of broken phones. angel1
Stuff delivered to a mercifully semi-awake Mrs Nick at the horsepickle (she has a quite rare viral infection of her nervous system which affects just about everything including, mercifully, speech. Full recovery anticipated) and then took him out for a late lunch before delivering him to tennis club and an assignation with the lovely Lydia. (More condoms purchased by me “just in case, like” Flavoured ones were preferred. Who am I to pass judgement?) rubschin:
Set out for near enough 300 mile drive to Brighton. M6 through Brum sounded awful so paid for the Toll Road. M40, M25 and now here. Getting a takeaway.
Miss I bought the book and Papa found out. scared2: More wailing from Dublin. Backache from wheelchair pushing so introduced her to the concept of Radox. angel1
Having an early night…………..May yet have to go up to Scallypool on the train for a day if circs change. Meantime, Malaga on Tuesday for lunch with Pasties. Not sure I can keep this pace up. NickSick
Disturbingly, I like to think I would have done all the same things in those circumstances.
Post by: Steve on April 24, 2016, 08:56:56 AM
Yes it's hard to fault him for anything there and much to :thumbsup: but it's not the VP way to admit that is it.Never a dull moment. :thumbsup:;D :thumbsup: :thumbsup:You, Sir, are an honour to know
Finally in Brighton with two angry cats. scared2:
What a 24 hours! Discovered late yesterday that Mrs Nick is VERY ill in hospital, where she has been for a week, and is expected to be in for at least two more weeks. No one told me. NO answer from the Boy on landline or mobile. Finally tracked him down to a new phone number via his school (he had broken another phone AND lost old SIM card so got himself some cheapo SIM from Tesco.)
Had someone told me about this I would have gone over there to look after him, not least as his A levels start in three weeks and this sort of upheaval is not good. Instead he is staying at Mrs Nick’s horrid brother’s place nearby. He and his Mrs are “devout” Catholics of a dangerous turn of mind. evil:
Made some alterations to Brighton arrangements (was due here at 10 a.m. today) and headed for Wirral at early o’clock. Met The Boy and whisked him to Nick Towers #1 to collect stuff he needed and supplies for the bedridden Mrs Nick (useless BiL and SiL had not done this) . Organised replacement phone and SIM ascribed to the contract I pay for for him and then we had to go shopping for him and Mrs Nick.
At this point Miss I calls from Dublin where things are a bit strained with Papa. Conversations all on hands free speakerphone as we are driving, so the Boy is earwigging. scared2:
She is mad about books and yesterday came across a signed limited edition of Waiting for Godot. She wanted to buy it but Papa went “arm wavingly mad” and told her she was nuts. Words were exchanged. “But it is only 995 Euros,” she wailed. “Do you think I am nuts?” I lied and said No while the Boy gaped at the phone. I advised her to haggle and see if they would drop the price. She said she would have to buy it secretly while parking Papa and his wheelchair somewhere. The Boy chipped in and said “Go to the bookshop and flutter your eyelashes, darlin’” facepalm:
Stunned silence from Dublin, followed by, “Good plan, will try that. Who are you?” A conversation developed which I sensed was going in the direction of some sort of Dad Comparison exercise, suddenly realised she is only about 8 years older than him and I cut the call short.
The Boy said, “1000 Euros for a poxy book. Is she a loony?” I dodged the question and dragged him back to the subject of broken phones. angel1
Stuff delivered to a mercifully semi-awake Mrs Nick at the horsepickle (she has a quite rare viral infection of her nervous system which affects just about everything including, mercifully, speech. Full recovery anticipated) and then took him out for a late lunch before delivering him to tennis club and an assignation with the lovely Lydia. (More condoms purchased by me “just in case, like” Flavoured ones were preferred. Who am I to pass judgement?) rubschin:
Set out for near enough 300 mile drive to Brighton. M6 through Brum sounded awful so paid for the Toll Road. M40, M25 and now here. Getting a takeaway.
Miss I bought the book and Papa found out. scared2: More wailing from Dublin. Backache from wheelchair pushing so introduced her to the concept of Radox. angel1
Having an early night…………..May yet have to go up to Scallypool on the train for a day if circs change. Meantime, Malaga on Tuesday for lunch with Pasties. Not sure I can keep this pace up. NickSick
Disturbingly, I like to think I would have done all the same things in those circumstances.
Post by: Grumpmeister on April 24, 2016, 10:44:22 PM
Post by: Nick on April 25, 2016, 05:09:49 AM
Post by: Darwins Selection on April 25, 2016, 07:52:39 AM
An outbreak of sensibleness in the VP Shocked:
Fear not, it's just a 'blip'
Post by: Steve on April 25, 2016, 08:47:38 AM
;D We should be weak on blips and weak on the causes of blipsAn outbreak of sensibleness in the VP Shocked:
Fear not, it's just a 'blip'
Are the cats going to see Tuesday as a blip or are they going to lunch with Pasties too?
Post by: Nick on April 25, 2016, 08:48:34 AM
Post by: Steve on April 25, 2016, 08:51:40 AM
Post by: Nick on April 25, 2016, 08:53:00 AM
Post by: Steve on April 25, 2016, 08:57:19 AM
Yup, just going for lunch cloud9:Brilliant
Always leave wanting to stay a little longer is one of the best pieces of advice I ever got
Post by: Nick on April 25, 2016, 08:59:49 AM
Post by: Steve on April 25, 2016, 09:12:12 AM
Have e mailed Pasties to see if he wants anything brought over (Twiglets, Nik Naks or similar...) whistle:Maybe he's missing cats
Post by: Grumpmeister on April 25, 2016, 12:11:15 PM
They can manage for a day. All they do is sleep ::)
No that's all you see them do..... whistle:
Post by: Nick on April 25, 2016, 12:12:26 PM
Post by: Grumpmeister on April 25, 2016, 12:14:10 PM
Post by: Nick on April 25, 2016, 12:17:17 PM
btw. If they see me putting water from a tap in their water bowls they refuse to drink it. It has to be put in an ancient watering can first and then decanted into their water bowls. WHY????? Banghead Banghead Banghead Banghead
Post by: Steve on April 25, 2016, 01:19:43 PM
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fuploads.tapatalk-cdn.com%2F20160425%2F2120a806ec57e0cfc908742f3deb21b4.jpg&hash=a908622ee18dd777696f9ebc4f60d0fbea4785ff) Banghead Banghead Banghead
Post by: Darwins Selection on April 25, 2016, 01:39:47 PM
Ours have an automatic refilling water bowl (about £2 off eBay) and they drink rainwater out of a bucket instead
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fuploads.tapatalk-cdn.com%2F20160425%2F2120a806ec57e0cfc908742f3deb21b4.jpg&hash=a908622ee18dd777696f9ebc4f60d0fbea4785ff) Banghead Banghead Banghead
So they don't trust you then?
Post by: Steve on April 25, 2016, 01:51:42 PM
noooo: sad32:Ours have an automatic refilling water bowl (about £2 off eBay) and they drink rainwater out of a bucket instead
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fuploads.tapatalk-cdn.com%2F20160425%2F2120a806ec57e0cfc908742f3deb21b4.jpg&hash=a908622ee18dd777696f9ebc4f60d0fbea4785ff) Banghead Banghead Banghead
So they don't trust you then?
But to be fair we don't trust them either
Post by: Grumpmeister on April 25, 2016, 04:07:16 PM
They cannot open their own food supply or work taps eveilgrin:
btw. If they see me putting water from a tap in their water bowls they refuse to drink it. It has to be put in an ancient watering can first and then decanted into their water bowls. WHY????? Banghead Banghead Banghead Banghead
Taste, water from the tap has all the associated chemicals that the cats can taste, passing it through the ancient watering can changes the flavour.
Post by: Nick on April 25, 2016, 04:09:20 PM
Post by: Darwins Selection on April 25, 2016, 04:11:34 PM
They cannot open their own food supply or work taps eveilgrin:
btw. If they see me putting water from a tap in their water bowls they refuse to drink it. It has to be put in an ancient watering can first and then decanted into their water bowls. WHY????? Banghead Banghead Banghead Banghead
Taste, water from the tap has all the associated chemicals that the cats can taste, passing it through the ancient watering can changes the flavour.
I imagine passing it through the cat also changes the flavour.
Post by: Nick on April 25, 2016, 04:12:17 PM
Post by: apc2010 on April 25, 2016, 06:05:28 PM
I have a gap between helpers. My helper from France is going next week and my next helper from Germany isn't coming until 17th May.
Free board and lodging. Message me if interested .
In Cyprus ......... Thumbs: Thumbs:
Post by: apc2010 on April 25, 2016, 06:10:38 PM
Anyone fancy coming to stay / help / learn, for a couple of weeks, and helping me out with the dogs, kennels and lessons.
I have a gap between helpers. My helper from France is going next week and my next helper from Germany isn't coming until 17th May.
Free board and lodging. Message me if interested .
In Cyprus ......... Thumbs: Thumbs:
My mistake USA........ Thumbs:
Post by: Barman on April 25, 2016, 07:07:45 PM
Anyone fancy coming to stay / help / learn, for a couple of weeks, and helping me out with the dogs, kennels and lessons.
I have a gap between helpers. My helper from France is going next week and my next helper from Germany isn't coming until 17th May.
Free board and lodging. Message me if interested .
In Cyprus ......... Thumbs: Thumbs:
My mistake USA........ Thumbs:
lol: lol: lol:
Post by: Grumpmeister on April 25, 2016, 09:30:53 PM
Are you a cat?
No I grew up with three of them so had a lot of time to recognize and understand their quirks, well most of them anyway.
Post by: Nick on April 28, 2016, 05:09:59 PM
Tried to catch it. It bit me
Post by: Barman on April 28, 2016, 05:46:16 PM
Leaves back door open. There is a raven in the kitchen scared2: scared2:
Tried to catch it. It bit me
point:
Post by: Nick on April 28, 2016, 05:50:33 PM
Post by: Uncle Mort on April 28, 2016, 05:51:57 PM
Post by: Nick on April 28, 2016, 05:59:33 PM
Post by: Barman on April 28, 2016, 06:02:43 PM
I had to fight it with a towel. It was terrifying. I have oinkment sad24: sad24: sad24:
Raven or pig...? rubschin:
Post by: Nick on April 28, 2016, 06:08:10 PM
Post by: The Moan Ranger on April 28, 2016, 06:38:54 PM
Do you want a pic of my finger? eveilgrin:
:thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
Post by: Grumpmeister on April 28, 2016, 09:21:19 PM
Leaves back door open. There is a raven in the kitchen scared2: scared2:
Tried to catch it. It bit me
Quoth the raven "nevermore..........................tasted bloody awful" whistle:
Post by: Nick on April 29, 2016, 12:49:58 PM
Post by: Steve on April 29, 2016, 01:04:17 PM
Trying to think how to explain to my friends how my fight with the raven destroyed their orchids rubschin: scared2:point:
And you mean you were never going to blame it on the cats? noooo:
Post by: Nick on April 29, 2016, 02:34:46 PM
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fs32.postimg.org%2F3qc4u6fo1%2F20160429_152539.jpg&hash=c2c1716622918ca48f6252b5c6cf6d3fc70c13f9) (http://postimg.org/image/3qc4u6fo1/)
Post by: Barman on April 29, 2016, 02:35:48 PM
Lady cat thinks my jumper is her mum and keeps kneading and sucking it evil:
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fs32.postimg.org%2F3qc4u6fo1%2F20160429_152539.jpg&hash=c2c1716622918ca48f6252b5c6cf6d3fc70c13f9) (http://postimg.org/image/3qc4u6fo1/)
Aaaahhhh...
Prolly the smell of death that it finds attractive.... whistle:
Post by: Nick on April 29, 2016, 02:38:08 PM
LL perhaps?
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fs32.postimg.org%2Fjmlosuoy9%2Fllp.jpg&hash=365ea7708943e02f9bf059e0c59dea9085c5b951) (http://postimg.org/image/jmlosuoy9/)
Post by: Barman on April 29, 2016, 02:47:56 PM
Go and paint something evil:
LL perhaps?
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fs32.postimg.org%2Fjmlosuoy9%2Fllp.jpg&hash=365ea7708943e02f9bf059e0c59dea9085c5b951) (http://postimg.org/image/jmlosuoy9/)
rubschin:
Post by: Nick on April 29, 2016, 02:55:58 PM
Post by: Steve on April 29, 2016, 08:15:20 PM
Lady cat thinks my jumper is her mum and keeps kneading and sucking it evil:Looking for somewhere to deliver her next batch of kittens
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fs32.postimg.org%2F3qc4u6fo1%2F20160429_152539.jpg&hash=c2c1716622918ca48f6252b5c6cf6d3fc70c13f9) (http://postimg.org/image/3qc4u6fo1/)
Post by: Darwins Selection on April 29, 2016, 10:55:01 PM
Lady cat thinks my jumper is her mum and keeps kneading and sucking it evil:
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fs32.postimg.org%2F3qc4u6fo1%2F20160429_152539.jpg&hash=c2c1716622918ca48f6252b5c6cf6d3fc70c13f9) (http://postimg.org/image/3qc4u6fo1/)
So even the cat knew to expect a tit in your jumper?
Post by: Steve on April 29, 2016, 10:57:20 PM
drumroll:Lady cat thinks my jumper is her mum and keeps kneading and sucking it evil:
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fs32.postimg.org%2F3qc4u6fo1%2F20160429_152539.jpg&hash=c2c1716622918ca48f6252b5c6cf6d3fc70c13f9) (http://postimg.org/image/3qc4u6fo1/)
So even the cat knew to expect a tit in your jumper?
Post by: apc2010 on April 30, 2016, 12:16:38 AM
Lady cat thinks my jumper is her mum and keeps kneading and sucking it evil:
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fs32.postimg.org%2F3qc4u6fo1%2F20160429_152539.jpg&hash=c2c1716622918ca48f6252b5c6cf6d3fc70c13f9) (http://postimg.org/image/3qc4u6fo1/)
So even the cat knew to expect a tit in your jumper?
drumroll:
Post by: Nick on April 30, 2016, 08:19:23 AM
Going to have a look at Arundel
Post by: Barman on April 30, 2016, 08:28:00 AM
evil:
Going to have a look at Arundel
How many cats do they have? eeek:
Post by: Nick on April 30, 2016, 08:31:50 AM
Post by: Nick on May 01, 2016, 05:45:13 PM
Post by: apc2010 on May 01, 2016, 05:55:03 PM
Cats have been engaged in some sort of "dirty protest" evil:
You left them ...... noooo:
Post by: Barman on May 01, 2016, 06:02:28 PM
Cats have been engaged in some sort of "dirty protest" evil:
point:
Post by: apc2010 on May 01, 2016, 06:11:15 PM
Cats have been engaged in some sort of "dirty protest" evil:
point:
Don't wear that jumper tomorrow then....... noooo:
Post by: Barman on May 01, 2016, 06:11:48 PM
Cats have been engaged in some sort of "dirty protest" evil:
point:
Don't wear that jumper tomorrow then....... noooo:
happy001
Post by: Nick on May 01, 2016, 06:13:48 PM
Post by: Grumpmeister on May 01, 2016, 11:00:38 PM
cussing: cussing: cussing: cussing:
Just accept it Nick, you are at the bottom of the pecking order. It will make things so much easier while you are there. noooo:
Post by: Steve on May 02, 2016, 10:50:38 AM
lol: lol: lol:Cats have been engaged in some sort of "dirty protest" evil:
point:
Don't wear that jumper tomorrow then....... noooo:
happy001
Post by: Grumpmeister on May 02, 2016, 10:46:34 PM
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3569151/He-s-cat-s-meow-Adorable-video-shows-busker-performing-enthralled-audience-music-loving-kittens.html (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3569151/He-s-cat-s-meow-Adorable-video-shows-busker-performing-enthralled-audience-music-loving-kittens.html)
Post by: apc2010 on May 02, 2016, 10:54:13 PM
Perhaps you could use music to soothe the savage beasts.... rubschin:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3569151/He-s-cat-s-meow-Adorable-video-shows-busker-performing-enthralled-audience-music-loving-kittens.html (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3569151/He-s-cat-s-meow-Adorable-video-shows-busker-performing-enthralled-audience-music-loving-kittens.html)
Bm was learning the guitar....... rubschin:
Post by: Grumpmeister on May 02, 2016, 11:45:44 PM
Perhaps you could use music to soothe the savage beasts.... rubschin:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3569151/He-s-cat-s-meow-Adorable-video-shows-busker-performing-enthralled-audience-music-loving-kittens.html (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3569151/He-s-cat-s-meow-Adorable-video-shows-busker-performing-enthralled-audience-music-loving-kittens.html)
Bm was learning the guitar....... rubschin:
Well I suppose that having the cats run away from a godawful racket would be just as effective... rubschin:
Post by: Nick on May 05, 2016, 05:29:50 AM
Mega housework time and checking around for any incriminating evidence redface:
Post by: Uncle Mort on May 05, 2016, 07:38:00 AM
They are back later this morning scared2:
Mega housework time and checking around for any incriminating evidence redface:
Cake crumbs?
Post by: Nick on May 05, 2016, 07:42:15 AM
All done now, even the raven damage angel1
Post by: Steve on May 05, 2016, 09:02:46 AM
AMongst other things redface::thumbsup:
All done now, even the raven damage angel1
And the moment you're out the door the cats will be undoing all your
Post by: Nick on May 05, 2016, 09:06:03 AM
Post by: Steve on May 05, 2016, 09:09:38 AM
Oh noes, I am waiting for the return of the humans who tell me they will be here at about 1.00So you hit the M25 and M1 at the worstest times rubschin:
Nasty humans
Post by: Nick on May 05, 2016, 10:06:18 AM
Post by: Grumpmeister on May 09, 2016, 10:08:40 PM
http://youtu.be/aWCVZaV6mVM (http://youtu.be/aWCVZaV6mVM)
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-3572683/Talking-collar-cat-s-meow-Translation-tech-accessory-promises-bring-moggies-owners-closer-together.html (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-3572683/Talking-collar-cat-s-meow-Translation-tech-accessory-promises-bring-moggies-owners-closer-together.html)
Post by: Barman on May 10, 2016, 06:51:19 AM
I know this has to be a wind up but it would be interesting if the cats did have these translation collars the next time you are inflicted on them.... lol:
http://youtu.be/aWCVZaV6mVM (http://youtu.be/aWCVZaV6mVM)
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-3572683/Talking-collar-cat-s-meow-Translation-tech-accessory-promises-bring-moggies-owners-closer-together.html (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-3572683/Talking-collar-cat-s-meow-Translation-tech-accessory-promises-bring-moggies-owners-closer-together.html)
lol: lol: lol:
Post by: Steve on May 10, 2016, 08:27:27 AM
And the vote from my three horrors is noooo: noooo: noooo: noooo: noooo: noooo:
If the box was any good the first message would be "get this fucking collar off me or I'll scratch your face again"
Post by: Barman on May 10, 2016, 08:50:17 AM
noooo:
And the vote from my three horrors is noooo: noooo: noooo: noooo: noooo: noooo:
If the box was any good the first message would be "get this fucking collar off me or I'll scratch your face again"
happy001
Post by: Darwins Selection on May 10, 2016, 10:04:27 AM
Post by: Steve on May 10, 2016, 10:14:42 AM
"I love the way you sing and dance when I leave you half a mouse in the kitchen. I shall fetch another."happy001
Post by: Nick on July 21, 2016, 08:49:11 AM
Most seem to start with the word "Don't...." rubschin:
Post by: Steve on July 21, 2016, 09:29:12 AM
My friend Sally is leaving in half an hour. She is currently tearing around sticking instructional Post It notes everywhere. I think she is a bit OCD.Sally eh? eyes: Oh yes "don't"
Most seem to start with the word "Don't...." rubschin:
Post by: Nick on July 22, 2016, 07:45:57 AM
March outside to hang up clothes
Drop laundry basket on ground
Laundry basket explodes into about 30 pieces rubschin:
redface:
Post by: apc2010 on July 22, 2016, 08:07:38 AM
Empty clothes from washing machine into plastic basket
March outside to hang up clothes
Drop laundry basket on ground
Laundry basket explodes into about 30 pieces rubschin:
redface:
"don't"............ whistle:
Post by: Nick on July 22, 2016, 08:08:34 AM
Post by: apc2010 on July 22, 2016, 08:09:36 AM
It didn't have a Post It cussing:
Sally ........ noooo:
Post by: Barman on July 22, 2016, 08:17:47 AM
Empty clothes from washing machine into plastic basket
March outside to hang up clothes
Drop laundry basket on ground
Laundry basket explodes into about 30 pieces rubschin:
redface:
And so it begins... noooo:
Post by: Nick on July 22, 2016, 08:18:07 AM
Post by: Grumpmeister on July 22, 2016, 09:20:08 AM
Empty clothes from washing machine into plastic basket
March outside to hang up clothes
Drop laundry basket on ground
Laundry basket explodes into about 30 pieces rubschin:
redface:
And so it begins... noooo:
The gubmeister general strikes again. noooo:
Post by: Nick on July 22, 2016, 09:22:50 AM
Post by: apc2010 on July 22, 2016, 09:24:20 AM
Going to Tesco in Hove later to get a new one angel1
A new Tesco ......... rubschin:
Post by: Grumpmeister on July 22, 2016, 09:33:09 AM
Going to Tesco in Hove later to get a new one angel1
A new Tesco ......... rubschin:
Given the amount Nick ends up spending when ordering from them online he's probably earned enough points to pay for one... rubschin:
Post by: apc2010 on July 22, 2016, 09:37:13 AM
Going to Tesco in Hove later to get a new one angel1
A new Tesco ......... rubschin:
Given the amount Nick ends up spending when ordering from them online he's probably earned enough points to pay for one... rubschin:
Thumbs:
Post by: Nick on July 22, 2016, 01:38:25 PM
Post by: Grumpmeister on July 22, 2016, 01:39:18 PM
Post by: Nick on July 22, 2016, 01:43:36 PM
Post by: Barman on July 22, 2016, 01:45:48 PM
NOthing angel1 I need to use one of the "Don't use these saucepans" saucepans.
Easily cleaned I 'spec... Thumbs:
(https://s31.postimg.org/x469dii3r/img_how_to_clean_a_burnt_pot_982_orig.jpg) (https://postimg.org/image/x469dii3r/)
Post by: Grumpmeister on July 22, 2016, 01:48:13 PM
NOthing angel1 I need to use one of the "Don't use these saucepans" saucepans.
Easily cleaned I 'spec... Thumbs:
(https://s31.postimg.org/x469dii3r/img_how_to_clean_a_burnt_pot_982_orig.jpg) (https://postimg.org/image/x469dii3r/)
Easily cleaned by a normal person, Nick on the other hand will take off the special lining leading him to have to fork out hundreds to get a replacement set because you can't get them individually... noooo:
Post by: Nick on July 25, 2016, 06:13:44 PM
Tomorrow is house trawl day in which I check everywhere for damage and incriminating evidence scared2:
I always miss something noooo:
Post by: Barman on July 25, 2016, 06:30:41 PM
Litter tray cleaning sick2:
Tomorrow is house trawl day in which I check everywhere for damage and incriminating evidence scared2:
I always miss something noooo:
Get wooden litter! :thumbsup:
Post by: Nick on July 25, 2016, 06:45:43 PM
Post by: Nick on July 26, 2016, 04:42:18 AM
House cleaning evil:
Packing rubschin:
Trip to Shoreham cloud9:
Post by: Barman on July 26, 2016, 05:33:57 AM
...when I have taken all my pills, drops and creams like.... noooo:
Post by: Nick on July 26, 2016, 05:36:11 AM
Oh redface:
Post by: Barman on July 26, 2016, 05:50:00 AM
Wrong thread. Are you blind?
Oh redface:
sad24:
Post by: Darwins Selection on July 26, 2016, 08:06:59 AM
Might venture to Pafos...Top tip:
...when I have taken all my pills, drops and creams like.... noooo:
Only put drops in eyes, not pills or cream.
Post by: Steve on July 26, 2016, 08:34:38 AM
:thumbsup:Might venture to Pafos...Top tip:
...when I have taken all my pills, drops and creams like.... noooo:
Only put drops in eyes, not pills or cream.
If only he could see to read that
Post by: Barman on July 26, 2016, 11:51:51 AM
Might venture to Pafos...Top tip:
...when I have taken all my pills, drops and creams like.... noooo:
Only put drops in eyes, not pills or cream.
It is the cream (and drops) wot I have to put in my eyes... cry:
It is hurty... sad24:
Post by: Darwins Selection on July 26, 2016, 12:32:01 PM
rubschin:Might venture to Pafos...Top tip:
...when I have taken all my pills, drops and creams like.... noooo:
Only put drops in eyes, not pills or cream.
It is the cream (and drops) wot I have to put in my eyes... cry:
It is hurty... sad24:
Did you read the instr..
Oh. redface:
Post by: Nick on July 26, 2016, 12:32:47 PM
Post by: Nick on July 27, 2016, 07:48:04 AM
Dishwasher
Hoover
Bins
Hide evidence
Post by: Nick on July 27, 2016, 05:26:17 PM
We just found a dead maggotty mouse in the dining room
redface:
Post by: Barman on July 27, 2016, 05:49:57 PM
Radar wumman calls.
We just found a dead maggotty mouse in the dining room
redface:
noooo:
Post by: Nick on July 27, 2016, 05:53:02 PM
Post by: Steve on July 27, 2016, 08:39:27 PM
I told her to put it on the compost heap :thumbsup:You should have said you put in on the compost heap and the cats must have brought it back
Post by: Darwins Selection on July 27, 2016, 09:09:25 PM
:thumbsup:I told her to put it on the compost heap :thumbsup:You should have said you put in on the compost heap and the cats must have brought it back
Post by: Barman on July 28, 2016, 06:03:37 AM
I told her to put it on the compost heap :thumbsup:You should have said you put in on the compost heap and the cats must have brought it back
happ096