Heidi has been very chirpy and alert over the last few days, and has been perfecting her beaming smile.
Yesterday saw the three of us head up to Chagford to go the annual Cancer Research street market. Unfortunately the rain lurked on the horizon so it was eventually held in the Jubillee Hall, opposite the church. The sun did come out though, and it ended up a rather warm and humid morning.
The difficulty in heading up to The Square is that almost everyone wants to stop and have a chat, and coo at Heidi. She loves this attention, and it is nice really. Many knew Fred, and so it is nice to know so many people interested in her progress.
We visited Freddie, and all was trimmed and neat although no headstone yet. We had hoped it was to be erected on Thursday, but the weather was not so good up there, so hopefully next week.
I managed to by a shirt for £3.00 which was new and means another old shirt can be recycled in the CLIC charity shop. It was a bit of a scrum in there at the time so I did not forage too much.
I was very tempted at four brown glazed escargot plates, the ones what hold about 8 snails. Complete with picks, it would have been a useful addition to our new dining furniture. Sadly most people shudder at snails and garlic, and so Rachel put her foot down with a firm hand. No more junk….
I moved on, wondering whether to sneak back and buy the box – still new and unused – for the £1.00 asking price and perhaps hide them away somewhere ‘til it was safe to bring them out. I chose not to.
We went back for some lunch – a fine roast beef with Gran and Grampy plus Sally. After that feats we headed back for the second bout – the Cancer Research Jumble Sale. The Hall had been re-vamped and when we arrived it was a sea of clothes flying in the air as it really was a “jumble”.
The escargot plates waved at me – still only a £1.00 bargain but it was too hot in there so we headed back to home afterwards.
Emily popped by at just the right time; Rachel ahd her hands full and I was just heading out the door to get some things.
Today we visited Wayne and Claire and went to Boots in Torquay to get some photos printed with a voucher. As usual the store did not yield anything which is a pattern forming. I guess by dropping “The Chemist” from “Boots The Chemist” is a big clue as to what they are about now.
Once back we note that a shoe and sock have disappeared from her foot. I track our way back and find them on the bedroom floor, lying forlornly where they fell.
As I type I hear her wailing, ready to head in to the bath. Mildred the Cow (or “Milton” as I call it) has had her ears and legs chewed and sucked. She too must be due a bath or at least a rinse….
Yesterday saw the three of us head up to Chagford to go the annual Cancer Research street market. Unfortunately the rain lurked on the horizon so it was eventually held in the Jubillee Hall, opposite the church. The sun did come out though, and it ended up a rather warm and humid morning.
The difficulty in heading up to The Square is that almost everyone wants to stop and have a chat, and coo at Heidi. She loves this attention, and it is nice really. Many knew Fred, and so it is nice to know so many people interested in her progress.
We visited Freddie, and all was trimmed and neat although no headstone yet. We had hoped it was to be erected on Thursday, but the weather was not so good up there, so hopefully next week.
I managed to by a shirt for £3.00 which was new and means another old shirt can be recycled in the CLIC charity shop. It was a bit of a scrum in there at the time so I did not forage too much.
I was very tempted at four brown glazed escargot plates, the ones what hold about 8 snails. Complete with picks, it would have been a useful addition to our new dining furniture. Sadly most people shudder at snails and garlic, and so Rachel put her foot down with a firm hand. No more junk….
I moved on, wondering whether to sneak back and buy the box – still new and unused – for the £1.00 asking price and perhaps hide them away somewhere ‘til it was safe to bring them out. I chose not to.
We went back for some lunch – a fine roast beef with Gran and Grampy plus Sally. After that feats we headed back for the second bout – the Cancer Research Jumble Sale. The Hall had been re-vamped and when we arrived it was a sea of clothes flying in the air as it really was a “jumble”.
The escargot plates waved at me – still only a £1.00 bargain but it was too hot in there so we headed back to home afterwards.
Emily popped by at just the right time; Rachel ahd her hands full and I was just heading out the door to get some things.
Today we visited Wayne and Claire and went to Boots in Torquay to get some photos printed with a voucher. As usual the store did not yield anything which is a pattern forming. I guess by dropping “The Chemist” from “Boots The Chemist” is a big clue as to what they are about now.
Once back we note that a shoe and sock have disappeared from her foot. I track our way back and find them on the bedroom floor, lying forlornly where they fell.
As I type I hear her wailing, ready to head in to the bath. Mildred the Cow (or “Milton” as I call it) has had her ears and legs chewed and sucked. She too must be due a bath or at least a rinse….
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