I promise you that no pussy cats were harmed in the making of this photograph!
One of the challenges of having small children and small pussy cats is teaching them both to be gentle with the other. We are getting there I think and it is very cute to see the kids gently stroking the cats. It is less amusing when you see them doing something a little rougher.
I hope one day they will love each other.
Such a beautiful boy!
Monday evenings is my choir night. Even though I am inevitably knackered and things are generally a rush I love going out singing for a bit.
This is ridiculous though! A new piece in 8 parts?! Must be something for the Eisteddfod I suspect!
Today The Mister Skyped his brother David in America. The Little Mister spent his time reading to him and showing him his tractor. It always makes me smile to see him chatting away so happily over the computer.
Thank goodness for technology. It means we are able to keep up with David in America, my aunt and uncle in Argentina, my in-laws in Manchester and even my Dad who has just started a Mediterranean cruise.
On the way back from grocery shopping I popped to visit my Mum’s grave.
It’s unusual for me to go alone as usually we are dropping The Little Mister to the pre-school which is in the church hall. I was only able to stay for a minute or two as The Little Miss was asleep in the car and started shouting for me.
I still think this grave is beautiful. I love the colours on it and the depth of the granite. It also made me smile to see the stones that the kids have been painting and leaving as gifts for Mum. A modern update on the Jewish tradition of leaving stones on a grave maybe!
The 25th of September marks the two year anniversary since Mum died.
I still can’t believe that she isn’t with us and it seems impossible that two years has fled by since my sister and I received that awful phone call from Dad.
It goes without saying that we miss her dreadfully. I have realised that there is so much that I took for granted about Mum. She did so much in the background which meant that our lives ran more smoothly and more easily. She wasn’t a complainer and she just got on with stuff. I miss that about her.
More than anything I miss her company. The easy companionable time we spent together just walking, cooking, playing Scrabble and laughing. A lot, and often.
I miss her so much and I wish more than anything she was still here.
However, life is good and we have a lot to be thankful and Dad, amy sister and I often comment on how proud Mum would be of how we have got on with things.
We love you Mum. Wish you were still here. A la perchoine xxxx
Every week The Little Mister’s pre-school have a theme and the children have to take in items to reflect this theme.
This week has been ‘Autumn’ so on Tuesday he took in some sticks and conkers and today he took in a little pot with an apple from our tree and some blackberries that The Mister had collected in the rain this morning.
The kittens are regularly to be found snuggled up in some rather random spots. The dolly’s buggy is probably Eric’s favourite napping spot and he looks very comfortable indeed.
The Little Miss has certainly found her feet now. She is happily toddling about and walking a lot more, but it also means that she is falling over all the time!
She managed to fall over and bash her face on the bed-head, giving herself a rather nice black eye in the process. It’s not very clear on this picture but it looks like she has been in a decent punch-up in real life!
It would seem that these little puss cats wanted to come to choir with me.
They have settled in beautifully and seem to like sleeping in the most random places.