The cats were annoying me this evening. They kept jumping up onto the dresser and knocking down my Birthday cards. Fun game for them maybe, not so for me.
At least it made me look closer at the lovely cards sent, displayed proudly in front of our lovely fishy Jersey Pottery.
I picked up this card and that one, reading the kind words as the children ate supper. It was the epitome of a Victorian scene: An old fashioned tea and a roaring fire, except for the fact that it was home-made lasagne and salad and I wasn't wearing a long gown or reading by candlelight..... hmnnn...... Good bloody job really, otherwise I might not have seen the kindly gift deposited near my crockery. [Bottom shelf on the left.]
By the look of things, (the ring of log burner dust around him) the gift had been there all weekend. (Sorry dear guest!)
Revolting. I'm moving to the city..... without the cats!
