So far today, Chris has found 8 small bottles of fruit liqueur in the bottom of his wardrobe, Sylv has found what she has decided is our holiday destination for 2014 and the TKOE dog has had a garden adventure.
The liqueurs are approx 5 years old. They were hidden there as a Christmas present. They have gently split and seeped liqueur into the wardrobe. They are sitting now in a sticky, trembling mass on the draining board whilst we decide whether to risk drinking any of them. Or flush out the drains.
Sylvie has decided the place she most wants to go to is Fiji. Yes, that’s right, Fiji. We’ll be lucky with Cornwall.
The dog. Yes, the dog. She has just led me proudly to a skull. not a rat, bird, mouse or rabbit skull. Not even a cat skull. Bigger. Much bigger. Let’s say I had a flash of an afternoon spent with the police, watching one of those crime scene gazebos go up. Having consulted the I-Spy Book of Skull Recognition (some of you will remember those), we have decided it is a sheep skull.
I don’t know why we have a sheep skull in the garden. But we do. The TKOE dog is very pleased with it.
In far, far better news a mahoosive thank you to all the people at H.Art who have given TKOE £84. You are exceptionally kind.