Good afternoon Bloggets. I’m still coughing and I sound like
I have smoked forty cigarettes for breakfast. I’m totally dreading tomorrow
more on that tomorrow. And the day after too. Who knows what this week will
bring? I just wish it was over and next week as well please?
Teen just been home in a mad rush. He is shattered. He has
the crazy crew on with him today. One is a total stress ball and the other is
lazy, the third is very condescending and the forth hasn’t got a clue what to
do. A speedy tuna pasta and refreshed himself and on his way for another
session for another four hours.
Waggatail is still recovering from her very busy walks and
adventures this week of her attempt to swim, to chasing Shamrock covered in mud
as she zigs zagged to try to avoid the wagging one because she was wearing a
new cream top. Hahaha. I can just imagine the scene whilst she screamed as
Waggs ran after her. And how can Wagga forget her dish of chicken at the café?
Really… Teen broke all the guide dog rules. But I guess everyone deserves a
break once in a while, and for her to remind herself that she is a dog at the
end of the day? I just hope she remembers she is a working dog tomorrow when I
need her badly to guide me?
Well last night was funny. I put a dish of treats out for
the Halloweener’s and Hub went to the door when the little ones came. He handed
them the dish keeping a hold of it and he said their tiny hands were like the
mouths of sharks. He pulled the dish away as he was afraid more would come as
that group was one of about twenty. So only about eleven treats left. No one
else came. Just saying, eleven treats left… How do I know? Well, someone had to
count them?
Reminds me, must move wrappers before Little Fella gets home
as he loves to play the part of a Vacuum, leaving just the smallest piece of
paper sticking out of his mouth to tease us. Bless him though he brings you
things in his mouth he isn’t meant to have and does a funny dance, to give it
away really, that he is being naughty. Then without seeing him, I know he has a
smile and a glint in his eye as I try to retrieve the whatever. He ever so
gently lets you have it. So, why does he collect stuff? Not to eat or he wouldn’t
bring it all to me. I wonder if he was a cat in his previous? Bringing his Mum,
a gift? Well, thank goodness it’s not a mouse?
Oh, guess what? Our friends we went to visit at the weekend,
only have a blooming sore throat now? Oh, gosh, I feel so guilty. I just pray
that it won’t be as bad as mine and even Hubs, as he is much better than me,
but bless him he feels awful. Like me, as if he has been kicked all over by a
horse. His throat hurts bad too.
I was up ready today at half seven waiting for dog food to arrive.
I’m always waiting for parcels of some sort. May be in my past I was a midwife?
Haha, I told you before how I was regressed kind of, and I was a medical
student. In Spain. Why Spain? Because I was Spanish. I was a very lost soul. Devastated
by my love. I was about 21 and he was a Dr. He did the dirty on me but not for
a reason or fault of his own. I know this sounds crazy, but I totally believe
the Dr was my now Husband. Again, there are reasons I believe this.
Oh, my, as the sun pounds down on my lounge floor, in
creating a warm place on our rug for Wagga, I’m reminded how much work I have
to do. My bedding is in the drier and I have a pile of washing to put in the
washer. Dinner is easy as it’s yesterday’s pumpkin soup. And I’m going to try
to grill some halloumi to have a starter with tiny tomatoes and to my Husbands
horror, some salad leaves with a dressing.
I know I will eat the cheese if I don’t spoil it. I have
never grilled it before. Don’t have a clue, I guess it won’t be as easy as just
putting it under the grill? I am going to put a tiny bit of oil on a tray and
try to do it that way. Or I would imagine it will stick? Or melt all over the
place.
I have washed Teens bathroom and seriously, he has two bins
in his bathroom. Where do the disused toilet, rolls go? On the floor. I have
tried doing things like leaving the rolls of cardboard on his toilet seat and
even bringing the bins right to the toilet, so when he needs to lift the lid
up, he has to move the empty rolls, right?
Well kind of, he moves them on the floor.
I think I have learned why one of my windowsills has been
used as a grave yard? As I suspected, they were attracted by the sweet smell of
a oil and reeds I had in a bottle on that particular window. Now that is moved,
Teen has removed the bodies and if I dare I will go into the yard and try to
rename it as my landing windowsill once again.
Wasps sting and they look menacing. Why on earth do we have
them? They say that wasps eat garden pests. I’ll stick with the pests please?
They are attracted to sweet stuff. Did you know they were
related to the lovely bee’s?
They make amazing papier mâché structures. They can be heard munching on fences to turn into
pulp for their nests.
Suddenly wrought
iron fencing sounds very attractive!
Some wasps store
wild yeasts in their gut to help to make wine. Again, I will stick to a cup of
tea thank you.
There are about 9000
species of wasps. Well, I think we had quite a few of them they came to drink
the sweet fragrant oil I had on my windowsill and died on the spot. Do I feel
bad? Being a vegetarian and all that?
No. I blooming don’t.
If you need to
treat your fences because wasps are stripping them, they say to use Cuprinol
Wasps get in
through where your house boards may be worn usually near your roof. They also
get in through wiring like TV wires that may be going from outside to in or
vice versa.
At the end of the
year the male wasps die as there is no sweet fruit to eat but the queen lives
on in a new nest ready for spring when she will start the whole process again.
Wasps never come back to old nests.
German wasps are
much larger and their nests look like a grey lightweight football.
I didn’t know
that only female wasps sting?
OK I’m feeling a
little queasy now so on that note, I shall go and do some work. But still not
going near that landing windowsill. When I say landing, I mean our stairs, not
a landing pad for pigging wasps.
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