3BT – Page 179 – Louisa Parry

3BT – the foraging trio, mmm charity, from my viewpoint

1. I call for Carla but she’s already on the balcony waiting for me and the three of us – me, her and Lily – head into the woods. Lily paddles in the beck and Carla climbs trees while I pick pungent pods for pickling.

2. The (very) local Leonard Cheshire home is having a garden fete and, joined by the Slaters, we walk over to check it out. As the brass band plays, I find cute polka-dotted vintage handkerchiefs and we buy cake in the name of charity.

3. Looking up, my vision is field with green. Looking down, our neighbours’ party balloons are reflected in the glass.

3BT – it’s just a tribute, not all the letters, worth the wait

11/6/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. John and I often hold conversations in the form of song, usually singing alternate lyrics to an earworm or the song we’re currently playing. Today’s conversation in song: I explain that I’ve left the door key in my hoodie pocket and my hoodie is at the bottom of the garden because by the time I’d got there, I’d realised it was too hot to wear it for the walk. I explain that to the tune of Tenacious D’s Tribute.

2. The tubby black cat jumps over the lazy dog.

3. It nearly doesn’t happen – it’s already late and we’re hungry – but John decides it’ll take as long to get curry delivered as it will for him to make his own keema achar. He thinks it’s too lamby but I think it’s delicious. The seeds add variety to the flavour of the sauce. “Are there fennel seeds in here?” I ask him at one point. There are.

3BT – nice weather for water birds, fab cats, ugly Google, happy hound

10/6/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. We’ve been avoiding the muddy woods and walk to Apperley Bridge instead. We watch the swans and their perfect reflections in the marina, then the ducks squabbling on the canal.

2. It’s 11th years to the day since Carla & her late brother Carbon came to live with me. Throughout the day, I sing celebration songs to Carla and miss her brother.

3. A joke becomes real and we all get headaches from looking at it for too long.

4. Lily sits at our feet while we enjoy the hearty meal. The shift manager sneaks her treats and tickles. On the way home, we stop for a park for a quick stroll at dusk and she plays with an excitable young terrier. All in all, a good evening for the dog and for us.

3BT – every day is party day, becoming real, hide & seek

8/6/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. My bunting arrives and it’s so nice that I want to order more and fill the house with it.

2. While I’ve been hiding indoors from the rain, bean and pea pods have appeared.

3. Lily watches me leave the room and slowly follows – too slowly to see me run downstairs and hide in the office. From my secret spot, I watch her enter and then, with a confused snort, turn around and leave again. I hear her waiting in the hallway and she must hear me at the same time – she comes back into the office and seeks me out. I jump out and give her a hug. Her helicopter tail bangs on the floor.

3BT – too pleasing, funny but wrong, thief

7/6/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. The cans cut cleanly with the giant shearers.

2. I ask John his opinion on whether or not a joke is appropriate. When I tell him it, he howls with laughter which makes me realise it’s probably not appropriate but worth saying anyway.

3. The guitar has cunningly stolen Lily’s bone and she growls and growls until together we work out a way for her to get it back.

3BT – glare of the glade, happy Carla cat, new to the neighbourhood

5/6/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. We happen upon a sunny clearing in the middle of the wood but quickly retreat back into the leafy shade.

2. We worried how Carla – once the most scaredy of scaredy cats – would handle the move to the new house, after the death of her brother, after the arrival of Lily – but stroking her as she stretches out in the morning sun, I realise she’s possibly the happiest, most content cat I know. (She’s actually dancing over me as I type this twelve hours later – grabbing my hand from the keyboard for tickles and purring so loudly it’s drowning out the noise of the YouTube video John’s frowning over.)

3. Our next-door-but-one neighbours bring over their brand new, six week old springer spaniel puppy. With his markings, he’s a miniature version of Lily and we’re instantly smitten. We offer/beg to babysit.

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