And so to bed........

Cumin gets a bedtime story.
Well not really, it was a an afternoon of leisurely reading, but a certain occupant of the house couldn't concentrate for long.

Walk along Willis

I had the occasion today to walk along one of the main shopping streets in the capital. A few images for your delight. The first temptation, Butler's Chocolate Shop. The flowers outside Woodstock Florist. The last one was taken outside a church.

What's in a name part 2

There is a programme on British television called “Who do you think you are?” A selection of celebrities take up the challenge to delve into their family history to fill in blanks and discover amusing or terrifying skeletons in the family cupboard. It’s popularity hinges significantly on the surprises. I had an amusing “Who do I think I am” moment today.
My better half got a biography out of the library of one of England’s famous sons, Oliver Cromwell. Being somewhat “challenged” in this period of history, we had an interesting discussion over the dinner table. But then came the surprise. The conversation went thus:
“You might be related,” said my husband. “And I don’t mean in the way you marched me into a shoe shop this afternoon in military fashion”.
“There are no Cromwells in my family tree!”
“Ah, but his surname wasn’t really Cromwell.”
Cue blank look on my side of the table.
“Well it seems they were somewhat ‘cavalier’ about surnames, and in fact his name was Williams.”
My mum was a Williams. It’s quite a common name but I doubt many people keep it if they become famous.
“Oliver Williams is a bit lame isn’t it? Not surprised he changed it. I mean, imagine if Napoleon’s surname had been Smith. The “Smith” Wars doesn’t have the same ring to it as ‘Napoleonic’ now does it?”
It would also explain the whiff of Republicanism in our family!

Wishing you a relaxed weekend

Hunter gatherer

Yesterday, somehow our little “Orange Blur” managed to get inside a kitchen cupboard when no one was looking. It’s the one my husband keeps bottles of vitamin tablets, over the counter medicine and pain killers in. Sometimes the wire drawer where they are stored lets a few fall onto the shelf below.

Her ladyship was caught walking around the house with a blister pack of Nurofen in her mouth.

I could almost see the speech bubble above Mr Boy Cat’s head:

“For a real pain in the neck. How appropriate!”

A moment at the Whisker Stop Cafe

At a wee cafe on the State Highway,
a rare treat of coffee before the start of the day.
The log fire had been lit just before we arrived –
the scones steaming straight from the oven,
a heavenly fragrance inside.
Outside it rained so we sat close to the flames.
Chatting so cosily not wanting to leave,
Until a soggy moggy strolled to my chair and started to plead
By staring and staring.........
and staring again.
It seemed that the position was reserved,
but the sign on the cushion was omitted, how rude!
Reluctant to spoil his drying out space,
I stood up instantly and he took his place
to dry out on the cushion, without a by-your-leave.
Laughing at his look which said
"Possession is nine-tenths of the law, indeed"
Then his double arrived to occupy “the best chair don’t you know”
to start the morning's bedraggled oblutions, in sleepy stereo.

Max and Tom own the Brown Sugar Cafe it would appear.

Pax Pussicus

After finding a sunny place for La toilette, the Ginger One checked out the view, then was joined by the Panda Puss and put into position Newman's Defenceable Space.

Ah, Sundays!