I saw a little hedgehog running across the allotment yesterday (he was running, not me). He'd better find somewhere to hibernate soon, weather forecasters predict that we are going to have an 'arctic blast' soon. That's a new catchphrase; once one forecaster has said it, everyone wants to use it.
Disaster of disasters, the fridge-freezer has broken down. Fortunately, the freezer was almost empty, save for a packet of frozen peas (now best described as 'mushy peas'). Pea soup anyone? There was a strong smell coming from the fridge, so some things have ended up in the bin, but the race is on to devise a few meals from the remaining ingredients before they go completely rancid. Ready, steady cook!
A new fridge freezer is one more item to add to the list of things in the house that need replacing, after the aerial, the TV, computer & printer, washing machine and gas fire. At this rate, I'm going to have to get a job!

In a bid to rid the living room of the smell of cat wee (from the carpet? From the dead cat under the floorboards?), I have been burning an incense oil called ‘Activist’. Could this account for a sudden burst of activity this weekend which saw the trainers brought out for their first trip? A little jog (ok, half-jog, half walk) to Monica and Chandler’s followed by a couple of hours clearing leaves from the drains, gutters and garden has left me stiff as a board today. My buttocks are now numb for a different reason.
Back to square one with the house renovations after a visit to the fireplace showroom threw up choices that I hadn’t even considered and revealed other obstacles including the possibility of having to get access to the back of the chimney through the newly tiled, almost-finished bathroom!