July garden highlights

Hydrangea and fuschia

Pink things and big daisies

Whoop-whoop! Beans!

Step 1: Grow them

Step 2: Harvest

Serving suggestion: Spread 'em out by some frankfurters

I've finally picked the sugar snap peas I grew from seedlings. They were a triumph. So sweet and juicy. The only downside was that there were only about five each, but if you spread them around the plate it almost looked like a whole portion. It's my first step towards living The Good Life. Sadly the squirrels dug up 95% of my carrots, the slugs ate my strawberries and I forgot to water the tomatos so there are only three sad looking ones left. But I remember the episode where Tom and Barbara lost all the potatoes in a storm. Sometimes these things happen.

New shoes and a fox

New shoes

...and a fox

New lodger on the horizon

Elsie Bellevue and friends

The ladies

Pat might be moving in with us for a month in September. The spare room has become a bit of a haven for my precious things. I hope he won't mind sharing a room with this lot?

Cat rescue. The plan of action

Come here black cat, a tasty treat is waiting for you!

My goodness me, I've just seen a sad sight on my walk back from work. That cat that was bothering Missy months ago is now hanging out by the tennis courts. He's too thin and looks like he's got a skin infection. I hot-footed it back down there with some food but he'd already vanished. I will have to stalk the area until I can find him, feed him and get him to the vets. I can't not help that poor little tinker. I'll have to carry a sachet of cat food in my bag at all times, just in case I spy him again.

The best footwear song- ever!

My favourite song about Clarks shoes!

"Mi tell my man seh memba proper hygine and dont forget
bagga sneakers gi u cheesy foot
if u kno wah mi kno boy low di crep
memba pointed mout corn u toe
wear di dessert clark di easy step
my code that can save you boy
you atheletes foot ago lead to death"

Cat hair fashion

Wowee!

It's the time of year when I get huge brushfulls of hair from Miss Marple every single day. That poor beast has a very thick coat. I've often thought I could easily knit myself an actual coat from the cat hair. Or at the very least, a beret or something? I'd be the talk of the town. But in a bad way. A very bad way. So for now I'll just collect it in little piles before someone sees it and chucks it out.