To be precise, the cat shat on the carpet
in the children’s room. Three major deposits, as if from a medium-sized dog.
One tries to be positive and look for the silver lining. Oh, there it is – she must be unwell. Perhaps she’ll die. Regular readers with long memories will know how I feel about the cat. That is her above with Nine.
After I had cleaned it all up in time to make the children’s dinner, Seven announced that she needed to do some baking for school camp tomorrow. Cupcakes, she thought. Swell (not actually the word used), I thought, there goes the dinner plan and here comes chaos in the kitchen.
One tries to be positive and look for the silver lining. Oh, there it is – she must be unwell. Perhaps she’ll die. Regular readers with long memories will know how I feel about the cat. That is her above with Nine.
After I had cleaned it all up in time to make the children’s dinner, Seven announced that she needed to do some baking for school camp tomorrow. Cupcakes, she thought. Swell (not actually the word used), I thought, there goes the dinner plan and here comes chaos in the kitchen.
Here are the results (glassworks behind by
Sam Ireland and, to the left, Garry Nash):
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