- is sat directly above @strowger78 who is sat next to @johnleach, who is sat next to wriggling grunting dog still a bit damp with rain etc. #
- Day off to recover after last week's hecticness. This morning, I have mostly been sitting. The afternoon may involve similar. #
- "There's some mince pasta sauce in the freezer. No, wait, it's …curry? Is it curry? What type of curry? Let's have that" #whylabelsaregood #
- New 3BT post: A scene I reference way too much, treat time for them, treat time for me http://bit.ly/bQG6MK #
- Looking at photos of the house when we first got the keys/moved in (last September). Sometimes forgot how much we've changed! #
- New 3BT post: Mmm cheese, likes it there, cat love http://3bt.louisaparry.co.uk/2010/07/mmm-cheese-likes-it-there-cat-love/ #
- Ace lunch courtesy of @johnleach, the garden & the chickens – marrow flower fritters made with our homegrown flowers, courgettes & eggs :) #
- Is there an emoticon for when you do the licking-between-your-fingers thing to mimic cunnilingus? \~/ maybe? #
- Weather warning for West Yorks: I'm just about to take the dog for a walk. Expect it to start raining really heavily in three, two, one… #
- A sales person rings the doorbell, I stop work, I go up stairs, I calm the dog, I'm polite, I say no thanks. Yes, I deserve the stink eye. #
- .@johnleach wanted fish for tea – made spicy plaice goujons, with new potatoes sauted with chilli & green beans. was yum! #
- New 3BT post: Hard copy, a different cat, hidden colour http://3bt.louisaparry.co.uk/2010/07/hard-copy-a-different-cat-hidden-colour/ #
- I've got yellow fingers from eating Dutchpot curry and a purple tongue from the accompanying grape soda. Yum! #
- Took Lily to Leeds. She was less 'fraidy than we feared – likes the Sat. afternoon experience about as much as we do (ie, not much). #
- New 3BT post: Reflections, shiny, brilliant http://3bt.louisaparry.co.uk/2010/07/reflections-shiny-brilliant/ #
- Cleaned poop from the coop, now back in pyjamas. Might get dressed again later to do some gardening things, also might not. #
- Bookmarks this page of poo pictures for future reference: http://www.chat.allotment.org.uk/index.php?topic=17568.0 Mmm chicken faeces. #
- Think we need to get rid of the chickens – they're causing @johnleach to pun terribly. http://is.gd/dwR8l & http://is.gd/dwR3Y #
- New 3BT post: Splattered everywhere, happy to see him, surprise success http://bit.ly/93zCdm #
- @manupatree ooh, look forward to reading that! I'm using up a marrow glut too: cake, a cheesy baked dish & chutney. Tempted to try rum too. in reply to manupatree #
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1. After picking some wild cherries in the park near our old house, I spend the rest of the day spotting where the juice has stained: near John’s ear in his sideburn, on the back of his shoulder, on the dog’s foot…
2. Lily’s tail tempo switches from thump-thump-thump to thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump when John moves into view. He plays peekaboo with her to hear the change and we laugh.
3. The leftovers combine beautifully – the spiciness of the noodles counters the potentially cloying sweetness of the chicken’s sauce.
1. Joe watches me via the mirror and when Katherine comes back into the room with the curtain hooks, he shuffles around so we’re both in the frame.
2. The new greenhouse glass is so clear, completely unmarked, that it looks hyperreal. I’m reminded of the glass church in Oscar and Lucinda: my cathedral to homegrown veg.
3. We watch vintage Simpsons from its golden era (seasons 4-9) and are reminded of its genius: laugh out loud funny instead of meh, character-driven episodes, being touching without being sappy and great animation touches that didn’t rely on being flashy 3D.
1. My free photos arrive. Each brings a new smile to my face: people, animals, places I’ve been.
2. Boron swaggers over to me and says he wants a hug. In one movement, I pick him up and roll him onto his back on my knees so his rabbit feet are in the air. I kiss his head and tickle his exposed fluffy belly. My wrists reverse, rolling him back upright and put him back on the floor. As he swaggers off again, content and purring, I remember how he once bit my finger through to the bone.
3. The spices are almost invisible in the flour but the fish turns a vibrant turmeric yellow on contact.
Boron is asleep in between us, a light absorbing blur. I put my hand down to stroke his chest and he starts to purr. His head stretches back to maximise the stroking area and hanging above, his paws are floppy and soft, the claws so completely retracted that it makes it hard to believe they’re there.
Ten years ago, Boron bit my finger through to the bone. He was a stray then, a proper straggly semi-feral stray. It took months of building up his confidence before he’d approach us, months more before he dared to stay the night. He thought I was taking food from him – from him, the starving stray – when he bit me: I was taking a wooden skewer from him, a vaguely meaty skewer from a long-eaten cumberland sausage. I screamed, as you do, when his fang pierced my skin but I think he knew I wasn’t screaming at him. He jumped back about a foot but only a foot, and looked at me with a quizzical stare. Was I going to lash out at him? Would I cave and give him back the splintering stick? I didn’t want to undo our hard work socialising him so wrapping a piece of kitchen roll around my finger and wincing at the pain, I bent down and stroked him. He didn’t shy away so I found him a treat, and only when the bite and the scream was forgotten, did I leave him to tend to my deep wound.
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