Kitteh Can Stay...

for one more night at least!

We have just returned from a foray up t' 'e Tesco to peruse a sign advertising a lost black kitteh-cat, which Clare was good-souled to inform about. Said advertised kitteh has white paws and since ours is coal black (except for the green eyes that peer at you through darkness and gloom), he can stay tonight. And tomorrow (we hope).

Situation also good because C also was kind enough to let me buy a kitteh carrier off her last week (after knitting), which belonged-ed to her brave kitteh Erasmus. And it would really be kind of silly to have an Angus C-A-T holder without an Angus.

So, hoorah! Now, we plan our foray to the vet... and if he is not chipped, he will be mine. Mine, mine.

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Other excitement in the week is that Wales beat England in the rugby. We were in Caerdydd -- and there was much singing of 'Bread of Heaven', etc. [in the pub -- one forgets how much the Welsh do like to sing. And so loudly, too!] (and we got to see the little ones from Ireland on half-term break, although we did not play our word game; the Traceys; both Eamonn's sisters; Keith; Maurizio and Gabby; and to spit at Matthew through various messaging services).

• We also went to Cardiff Market for laverbread (and cockles, because it couldn't be helped. Last night, E cooked the laverbread with shrimp, cheese and mushroom and we ett it on toast. And it was delish!).
• We demonstrated that Amrie has no memory for card game rules.
• There was also the thrill of going to IKEA, which somehow escaped Eamonn! The vexing part was that the sale items (bookcases) that we needed were on sale at every UK store EXCEPT Cardiff and Edinburgh. Thank God we hadn't driven to Scotland. So we have ordered them for delivery.
• I went to St. Martin's and visited with my lovely church friends -- even bumping into Sheila on the way up the steps below Crwys Road and walking in with her. It is an interesting/odd/bizarre/familar/strange feeling going back somewhere where you lived for a short time (after not living more than 40 miles from where you were born for 30 years) and where you don't live anymore. Funnily enough, 21 people from St. Martin's are going on pilgrimage to Walsingham this coming weekend, so we are going up for Sunday 11am service with them and lunch at the pub!

It was a lovely Valentine's Day, but I didn't get enough chocolates (yet) and my attempts to indoctrinate E this year with the Gospel of Martha do not appear to have taken complete effect. It may take some constant monitoring, and it would perhaps be prudent to sign him up for the Organising Tip of the Day and maybe the Craft of the Day.

The Cookie of the Day might be taking it a bit far.

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Less enjoyably (and one reason for fewer blogs, among many lame excuses), spending 9 hours a day staring at mon computer de vexation dans l'office (and 'working' with a wretched CMS which contributes nothing to the efficiency of the Organisation, but seems to keep jobs for muppets who would otherwise be mere oxygen-thieves), I do not want to type or stare at a screen -- preferring instead to knock my head against a wall. Or knit.

Speaking of knitting -- a quick share of a little heartwarming story (possibly could be interpreted as Normal for Norfolk). A lady has rescued 1500 battery chickens from death and brought them to the Little Hen Rescue Centre. As people may know, stress makes these birds lose their feathers and they are therefore fitted with little jumpers which people have been knitting for them! It really is the sweetest thing to see them (on t.v., as we have not been out to adopt any so far) pecking around wearing their little jumpers, seeing sunshine and grass for the first time in their lives.

For E, the highlight of his week has been having the clutch replaced on the car. After the long trip to and from Cardiff, the clutch decided it had had enough (that, or the P.G. Wodehouse I forced us to listen to). He cycled to work on Monday boldly, after 4 (?) months off.

Another highlight for him (no doubt) was watching the Sound of Music all the way through for the first time in his life. I expect to hear him singing 'Raindrops on Roses' in the shower if I am sleuth-ey enough.

And now, off the computer. And on with life. What life, you say? (Hush, Matthew. Keep looking out your window, and there will come some sunshine!)