I went up the other day after my tea to make the bed and just couldn't bring myself to disturb her. One thing I've always wondered about though, when the cat climbs under the covers, why doesn't she suffocate?
Winnie discovers her new true love: the fire.
On Wednesday, it was so horrible and mucky out that I just drew the curtains at half three and put the fire on. Winnie did not move from that spot for hours.
It has not been a terribly nice summer and I fear the rosehip and blackberry seasons are going to be pretty poor. There is lots of fruit because we had lots of rain, but there has been so little sun that they won't taste like much when they're done.
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