….a rubbish heap?
Well, She has been working on what she calls her books. Chopping up teeny-weeny bits of paper if you ask me. She had TWO buckets for messed-up paper. Actually, we didn’t think it was messed-up. It was nice, thick scrunchy stuff that is great fun to bat around.
And she has been busy. The Man was away doing work things somewhere so She stayed up late at night and did her work. We played and chased paper. It was very companionable.Well, except for the singing. I wish she wouldn’t sing!
Anyway, she finished “her books” and The Man came home and Sporran and I were playing bite-the-tail-and-run-away ( if you have never played that you should come round here some time. It’s brilliant!)
Well, there was a glass of something [ed: my one remaining champagne flute, actually.Brat!] on the counter and I made a spectacular leap from the rocking chair, rebounding off the table and onto…the counter. Man! That stuff spreads!
Apparently, at this time of the year, the bi-peds go a bit doo-lally and hang coloured paper and sparkly stuff all over the place.
So I thought I’d pitch in, too. She trimmed some of the vine beside the carport (says it is really scratchy;nearly as scratchy as me.Huh?) so we twisted it into a wreath and then she hung it on the cabinet knob….and said we were not to play with it!
Oh, well, have a happy Christmas, ask nicely for turkey treats (whatever that means!) and don’t demand your jelli-meat too early!