Super Good News Sunday

What a Super Sunday we have had, the weather has been glorious. Kath asked for more pics of George, so here they are. He is getting more confident each day. Now he climbs onto my knee and rubs his nose on my face. He loves cuddles. 

 Plenty of room to play, he wasn't at all bothered by his own reflection in the mirror.

Food is served on a tray. I like this one mum.

 Yum, that was nice, now lets play.

Ooooh, I wonder what's up here?

Look, did you see that bird fly past the window?

I like this new mat you're making, can I keep it? I can see right across the road from here, this is such a good view.

We had a phone call today from someone wanting to adopt. Trouble is they are a very busy household, small children and dogs, people coming and going all the time, it wouldn't be suitable for George, given the bad experience he had with a dog at his last home. Never mind, we will hold out for the right person. At least people are finding us, we are getting the calls. 

Told you it was sunny today, just right for a dark load in the washer. It's dried a treat. 

I called in to see a friend this afternoon, while out and about in the village. She tells me that there are plans for the council to open a Scrapstore in the town. Oooh, I am so excited about this good news, and of course I immediately volunteered my services. There is still some groundwork to be done, a grant to be applied for, and a fact finding mission to the Hull branch, but I will be invited to a meeting once they are ready to start. I am hoping to take on the job of visiting businesses and collecting all their unwanted materials, a job I loved doing for the old Scrapstore, which unfortunately had to close. Not sure when all this is going to happen, sometime this year was mentioned, but I'm ready, count me in :o))
Thank you for reading my blog, glad you could drop by. Catch you tomorrow, Toodle pip.

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Saturday Scribblings

Reading the news this morning whilst drinking my coffee, I saw that Simon Cowell has become a dad for the first time. I'm not a fan of his, neither like or dislike him, but I suppose along with millions of others, I wondered what they are going to name the little fella. I thought it's bound to be something really odd and immediately felt sorry for the little mite being saddled with a crazy name. But no, when I read that they are calling it Eric, after his dad, I thought brilliant, fantastic choice. I laughed out loud, it really cheered me up. A good strong and solid name. Welcome Eric.

Something else made me smile this morning, while driving through the village to go to town. Mums with toddlers in push chairs are often seen around here. My friend up the road walks past every day with her small child, and Dexter the beagle pulling them along. Today was different, Dexter was out pulling daddy and the pushchair along, accompanied by another daddy also with a small child in a pushchair. It's nice to see the chaps doing their duty and giving the mum's a rest. Made me smile, one up for equality, YAY. I wonder if we are going to see Mr Cowell pushing little Eric about, ha ha.

I picked up a few items from Aldi, as a top up shop for this week. Walnuts, I need to eat more nuts. Broccoli, lettuce, button mushrooms, eggs, crispbread, chicken for Bugsy, and I had a 23p packet of rich tea biscuits as a treat. Junk I know but I haven't had any for months. After dropping a bag of stuff at the Hospice Shop, I had a look at the prices in the Asian shop. To buy 12 tins of chick peas would have saved me 50p compared to the 3 tins for �1 at Home Bargains. As I didn't fancy carrying them from one end of town to the other back to my car, I didn't bother. Instead I bought couscous, bulgur wheat, and garlic powder.

I haven't put any petrol in my car since the beginning of the year, so it's lasting well. The gauge has just dipped below the quarter full, so I'll need to get some soon. I paid the refund I received from British Gas, into the bank, and when I got home I found yet another final bill. How many flippin final's do I need? It says I have nothing to pay. Hallelujah, at last the account is closed.

Another nice surprise in the post this morning, a donation towards George's food. Thank you so much Liz, your kindness is much appreciated. I will be checking Sainsbury's web site for the special offers. George was very pleased to see me this morning. He is gaining more confidence as he gets to know me. Janet came round to see him while I was in town, and she reports that he was pleased to see her as well. He did show a little bit of aggression, but I think that was because he had a bad time with the dog he was living with. Now he knows that that threat is no longer there, he has relaxed a bit and let his guard down.

Right, things to do, must get on. Catch you tomorrow. Have a nice weekend. Toodle pip

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My lucky day

Hey, look at this, I have flowers, lots of them, aren't I lucky. Somebody must love me :o)) In keeping with my keen eye for spotting a recycling and reusing opportunity, I came across these pretty artificial flowers in a rubbish bin, as I was walking through the churchyard. Oh dear, isn't it a shame that people throw things away when they still have a bit of life left in them. Well I couldn't just leave them there, could I. 

People are throwing Christmas wreaths away at this time of the year, but how silly when they could be saved and brought out again in December. The totally artificial ones could be made to last three or four years, if the weather hasn't battered them too much during the month they spend outdoors. But no, people round here bin them and buy new again next Christmas. This one, on the right, cost �5 from a garden centre. I have stripped the mushrooms, ribbon, baubles, and stars from it, and will use them, along with the flowers, to add a touch of colour to my own garden. I love free stuff. 

Another lucky surprise, I received two bags in the post this morning, a lovely gift from a lovely reader. Thank you very much. These have been crocheted by Patricia's dear mother, aren't they fab. A handy size peg bag.  

And a pretty pink bag which will come in very handy indeed. I am chuffed, thank you.

As I write this we are again being battered by storms. I can see the rain heavy clouds scooting across the sky at a rate of knots, dropping their deluge as they go. I'm glad I popped to town yesterday, because today it's horrible outside. I am listening to the five o clock news and again the people in the south are suffering the most. All we can do is sit it out, take each day as it comes.

We thought we had found a new home for George, someone saw him on our web page, and made an appointment to come and meet him. He sounded a very nice man, a retired couple living in a quiet area. Unfortunately he hadn't realised that they live 60 miles away, so a 120 mile round trip. Not really practical, because they were going to base their decision on whether George took to them or not. They might have had a wasted trip. Hopefully they will find a cat from a rescue much closer to where they live. Never mind, someone else will come along. I'm just off upstairs to sit with him now, I'll take my can of cider with me. Have a nice weekend. Toodle pip.

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How long is a piece of string?

Good morning, I am pleased to report sunshine. It's cold, but sunny with only a wisp of fluffy white cloud in the sky. Funny how it changes overnight. The country was being battered by winds as I went to bed and when I woke up all is calm. Amazing. 

After getting the kids breakfast, cats always eat before me, I took my mug of coffee upstairs to see to George. He is in the habit of scoffing his food overnight, all the dishes were empty. I put his Felix down and escaped out of the door with his litter box while he was distracted. So far he hasn't tried to escape. You have to be so careful with cats who have to stay indoors, they become curious about the outside world, and eventually try and make a dash for it. 

Although cats are independent animals and can be left to amuse themselves some of the time, they also need company, and reassurance that someone is looking after them. George is a little bit wary of me, but is coming round a bit. Lots of baby talk is needed. 

I have a few cat toys about the place, purchased from the Pound Shop when I had the rescue kittens here. George has not shown much interest in them, preferring to chase a length of string which I trail around the floor. A few shakes and flicks of this has him mesmerized for a few seconds, then he takes a dive at it and rolls on his back while he grapples with it. You have to be careful with string, make sure it is of a suitable thickness and length as they can be prone to chewing and swallowing something as thin as cotton. Best if these games are supervised and the string removed when the cat is alone, unless it is tied securely to a large object like a chair. 

We also have another game. Cats like to chase things rolling along on the floor. You don't have to buy small balls for this purpose, keep a few small round bottle tops handy. The cat will happily flick these around, sometimes deliberately rolling them under something and losing them. They spend a good few minutes trying to fish them out with their paws, then you have to help them when their little legs aren't long enough to reach. 

There are a plethora of toys you can buy for your cats. Pets are big business and company's play on the fact that people are soft on their animals and will cough up. Take for instance the posh designer cat beds that are available, hundreds of pounds some of them. OK, if you have a posh house and unlimited funds, you might as well get one of those. Otherwise, a cardboard box lined with an old blanket or towel will do the job just as well.

What I am saying is that cat's don't care how much you spend on them. All they want is the basics, a warm dry place to sleep, food, and some company. What I can't understand are those people who think it's ok to buy all the fancy stuff for their animals, thinking that's all they need to do, then proceed to kick the cat out at night and ignore it for most of the day. 

The same could be said of dogs as well. Again, pets are big business. People get a dog, buy all the stuff they think it needs, conscience spending I call it, play with it while it's young, then the novelty wears off and they resort to only seeing to it's basic need, feeding it. Some don't even do that. A dog or a cat or any pet you have deserves to be treated as a family member. You can throw all the money you like at them, but all they really want is to be loved. And that means spending time with them. Playing with them, talking to them, and entertaining them. Ignoring them is cruel, locking them up for hours is cruel. Cats will socialise amongst themselves if allowed outside, but if not they need the stimulation of games indoors. Dogs need walking at least once a day, preferably twice, and access to the garden in between. They need to meet other dogs and humans, which will teach them how to  to behave themselves. Dog training classes are ideal for this, they make training fun. Some of you may remember me speaking about a little dog called Rocky. Just to let you know, I am walking him every day. He is fine. 

And on another topic,  Caterina asks, what is Quorn? I have scanned the bag for you, I hope you can click on it and enlarge, and read all about it. If not here is the web site.   I only buy it when it's on offer, this 500g bag was half price at �1.50. I would not pay full price for it. There is a lot of fibre and protein in it, though some people would argue that it isn't good for you because it contains mycoprotein, a member of the fungi/mould family, and may cause intolerance in some people. I don't appear to have any food intolerance's so I am ok with it.  

Right, sunny day beckons me outside. Got to make the most of it. Toodle pip.

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Blown away

The wind is battering us tonight in North Lincolnshire, it almost sounds as if it could take the roof off. We have had heavy rain this afternoon. I was out with Lady dog, she normally would walk for hours, but today she dragged me back after twenty minutes. Graham, Lady's owner, was out on a ramble with his pals, must be mad, ha ha. He leaves me the TV programe magazine out to read and do the crossword, so I sat in his conservatory listening to the rain on the roof.  I had to dash back home through the rain. Best to stay indoors with weather like this. 

Tonight I have made a big pan of Tuscan Lamb, well that's what it said on the packet of sauce mix. Thought I would add new flavours into my stews, so picked up five x 20p packets from the Cash and Carry. Potatoes, carrots, onions, frozen peas, chick peas, and red kidney beans. plus a handful of Quorn pieces. It was chuffin loverly, four meals in one pan, just need to warm it up in the microwave tomorrow. Beats cooking :o))   

So, it's been a day of sewing again, and playing with George. He is getting used to me a bit now. He has to stay in the room by himself, it wouldn't be right to let him wander around the house. No point in going through the stress of him meeting my cats and them seeing a new cat in their territory. I don't want to have to separate any punch ups. He is fine in the room, he can sit on the window sill and watch the comings and goings on the road outside. One of my lovely readers has offered to send a donation towards his food. A very kind gesture indeed. Thank you.

That wind is not giving up, glad we are snug inside. I saw some pictures of the wind and rain in the papers. Can someone tell me why people are struggling to hold on to their inside out umbrellas in 90mph gusts of wind? Isn't it obvious that an umbrella is not going to last very long? Why are they trying to use them at all? And also, why do women insist on wearing the shortest skirts and the flimsiest ballerina type shoes in such atrocious weather? Are they nuts? Why don't they travel to and from work in trousers, boots and a warm jacket with a hood, and carry their day clothes in a bag and change when they get there? Makes sense to me. Just wondered.
Anyway, less of the pondering. It's Dragons Den tonight while I rack up the miles on the cross trainer. Best give it ten minutes to let my dinner go down first though. Toodle pip.

This made me titter.
  

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Him Bugsy, me slave :o))

Told you it would rain today, and it did. Twas chucking it down all morning. This is where I spend a lot of my time, with the sewing machine and computer close to hand. My desk light is handy for lighting the area I am working in. 

Bugsy has to be right up close to me, if I didn't put his bed here he would be crying to sit on my knee. As my legs are under the table this would not work. I have to keep stroking him, and whispering in his ear. He rests his chin on the cushion and purrs contentedly. Every so often he gets out of his bed and I lift him down. He could jump off but I prefer to help him, don't want him overdoing things at his age. He strolls across the room to the other table and climbs up with the help of a chair. His food is on that table. So all day he goes backwards and forwards from bed to food, and back again. With the occasional stop off at the litter box. He has a wonderful life. I am honoured to be his slave.

This afternoon I did an hour on the cross trainer while watching Mr Selfridge on the itv catchup. Another hour of sweating. I like that programe. There are a few decent programes on at the moment. Lunch today was a portion of frozen carrot soup and a slice of wholemeal bread. Cheap 'n cheerful.

I've just scoffed a mega portion of steamed veggies for my dinner tonight. Potatoes, carrots, sprouts, cauliflower, broccoli, and onion. A splodge of tartar sauce helped it down a treat. Sorry no picture but you know what it looks like. I am using the heating very sparingly, only putting it on for an hour when it is very cold. Sometimes I just put the gas fire on for an hour in the living room, sometimes that's all that's needed.

Time to go and sit with George for half an hour. I went round to the mother of the lad who dumped him, to ask for a donation towards his food. She wasn't in but the sister was, so I asked her to pass on the message. Don't expect anything to be forthcoming, I felt I had to voice my disapproval on what he had done.  
Catch you tomorrow. Toodle pip.

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A new scrappy quilt, with a difference

It's been a glorious afternoon, the frost melted away and we had sunshine, so I had a walk in the park. The birds were twittering and the sun was streaming through the bare branches of the trees. The ducks were gathering around mums and toddlers as they tossed their seed onto the grass. Everyone was smiley and saying what a lovely day it was. Glad I got out, tomorrow is another day and we may get more rain.

Twas crafty club this morning. I decided not to take the rag rug as it is getting too big and taking up too much room on the table. I took a new project with me.  

I have been given a load of fleecy offcuts, my friend was given them from someone who makes soft toys. Some of the pieces are quite small, most people would throw them away, but I thought I would try and make something from them. 

I started with a piece of old cotton bed sheet, 20 inches square, then arranged a few random pieces on it, in a mosaic fashion.

I hand stitched them around the edges. These pieces are very small. This was a test piece to see if it might work. My idea is to make a small soft mat for cats to lie on, which can be moved about the house, or put in a cat bed.

Next I decided to start another one, make it bigger, and use the bigger pieces before the smaller pieces. This one is a piece of flannelette sheet, 25 inches square. 

My plan is to back it, and run the machine across it in zigzags, a bit like a fleecy quilt. This will make it stronger to stand up to machine washing. It will be like a mini fleecy quilt.

A George update. He is spending a lot of time in his cat basket which has a small cushion and a towel inside, making it snug. I think he spent time in this before, to get out of the way of the dog he was living with. He is using his litter box, and eating well. I keep going into the room so he gets used to me. He was quite confident when he arrived, but I think that was because he was hungry. Now he has gone a little bit shy, because he knows he doesn't have to look for food, and comes out of his bed when it suits him. Hopefully it won't be too long before some kind person comes along and offers him a home.
Catch you tomorrow, toodle pip.

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