Sunday, 21 June 2009

Too bucolic for words

First it was elderflower champagne, then it was strawberries, next tiny and delicious peas and baby courgettes. Then gooseberries for a crumble, wild strawberries as a snack and now more elderflowers, but this time for cordial.
I'm going to disappear up my own gingham pinny.
But to bring me back down to earth I removed a tapeworm segment from the cat's arse. And stuffed a worming tablet down its gob. Oh, and cleared up a regurgitated mouse (from the cat, the cat!). I did a heap of fairly stinky animal pooh related tasks too. Oh, and sat on some tar and made the seat of my pants sticky. It's an idyll.


mountainear said...

Should never get too smug should we? The less pleasant bit of animal husbandry will, as you say, bring us back down to earth.

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Ewww! How sophisticated my dear!...And which Swiss finishing school did you say you attended?

Winchester whisperer said...

I'm gooseberry fooled out

Mopsa said...

M'ear, as I think about it, it's not smugness, but a real notion of how different life is in town from country..from the bucolic to the shit shovelling!
YP - sophistication is not even skin deep, but I can imagine what it is with a glass of elderflower champagne in hand.
WW - lucky you!

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

I do miss gooseberries!

James Higham said...

I'm going to disappear up my own gingham pinny.

Oh dear.