Its just the little things.....there is an ad campaign at the moment, for the Armani fragrance 'Si'.....lots of famous ladies in it, headed up by Cate Blanchette...in which they say .."say Si, Si to Freedom, Si to life' and then they say and .............and Si to yourself.  

Which I am afraid I find utterly hilarious.  Lost in translation maybe but see to yourself means something QUITE different in my world.

Too funny.

In other news..

My Recovery ward is all ready, as you can see, in my Feline Family Planning campaign...Mrs Fluffy seems to be happy enough, and we caught and took 'Sam' to see Uncle Vet this week. He is the first cat to benefit just from my fund raising attempts so thanks again to everyone. He is much a freindky kind cat we felt pretty awful doing this to him!  Trusting soul that he is. Well, was.

He was a bit ginger on his paws for 24 hours, but is now back to normal...minus 2 walnuts from round the back!

However, its all getting awee bit more complex than I'd thought. Or maybe I didn't think enough and that's the problem! I hoped I had explained to the neighbours what we were doing, and got some Bravos, ad smiling and nodding, but clearly own one male neighbour is totally perplexed by what's happening!!  He has collared me a few times, pointing to Mrs Fluffys shaven side, and I am pretty sure, from his miming, thinks she has been ben bitten by a snake!  Then on seeing Sam, he picked him up by the scruff of the neck and was pointing wildly at his gentleman parts (that cats, not the neighbours), again clearly puzzled as to why Sams bollocks have suddenly disappeared (actually not so much disappeared as shrivelled into tiny blackcurrants)

Note photo of the bin cats area with the arrival of furniture...I thought I was going to be feeding them at table today! 

 It struck me as sad that this table would once have been someone's pride and joy, worked hard for, saved for, polished for 30 years, but now its just heaved out on to the side of the road, sadly diminished, and now categorized as just rubbish by someone.  

This week saw another walk up another hunk of rock.....HH goes striding manfully ahead on his Crazy Legs Crane legs and I am brining up the rear,  being buffeted by winds, scrambling on all fours in places, like a Pumpkin toadlet (feel free to google them) . A hippo in roller skates trying to follow a mountain goat.

Kitchen adventures this week included my attempting φρύνος in the τρύπα - that's toad in the hole in Greek! Using the local, highly pungent sausage flavoured with fennel.  Well, the batter puffed up an absolute treat but the sausage is just too strong in taste for me...and so while I never imagined this would be a sentence I'd write, I was very happy to eat my own hole, less keen to eat the toad.    

More later this week.  It was carnival here this w/e so lots more to share.

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