From time to time you hear tales of how attempts to rescue an animal in distress, normally a dog in the sea, can lead to the death of several people. We experienced something a little similar at RCC over the weekend (thankfully without the deaths).
I won’t go into too many details out of respect for my lovely neighbours but needless to say an incident last Saturday with a missing kitten lead to an injured leg and a visit from the paramedics, fire brigade and six police officers.
So, the moral of this story is - cats are a pain in the arse.
Friday 30 April 2010
No excuses
I’m not going to bother apologising for the shockingly long time that has elapse between posts. My only excuse is I’ve been busy doing things in order to write about them. Swings and roundabouts, people. Swings and roundabouts.
First up is my new found love of sewing. You’re all aware of my inability to knit so it stands to reason that there must be one craft on the planet that i can take to, even on an elementary level. Having been inspired by the quilting exhibition at the V&A I am now the proud (?) owner of an Argos value sewing machine – a snip at £60. It’s hardly the most sophisticated piece of kit (I’ve already discovered it won’t do a decent satin stitch) but given my tendency to start crafts only to discover I’m rubbish at them a nanosecond later it seemed like a sensible level of expenditure.
Having played around for a week on my own it was blatantly obvious it was time to call in the professionals, so i enrolled on a beginners course at Oh Sew Brixton run by a lovely lady called Fiona. The result of her beginners course was the lovely bag below – i am so proud of myself (and Fiona for having the patience to push me to the finish).
In other news, i helped out Omlet (the Eglu makers) at the Ideal Home Exhibition. It was great to spend a day talking chickens. The level of interest from the general public was incredible; we were swamped with enquiries all day and i chatted to interested novices and experienced urban hen keepers alike. I managed to sell a couple of Eglus so, clearly impressed with my sales patter, Omlet have invited me to work for them at the Grand Designs Live exhibition. I’ll be there on 8th and 9th May - if you’re going please come along and say hi.
Everything at RCC is in full spring mode, but shamefully I am lagging behind the in garden. One of the reasons for this is the hens have eaten everything I’ve planted so far. They’ve launched a full scale attack on the strawberry plants, reducing them to stalks, and trampled the rocket and lettuce into submission. There was no other alternative but to curtail their free-ranging to the bottom third of the garden with some chicken fencing. This, as expected, went down like a lead balloon - cue angry clucking and much giving of the evil, beady chicken-eye.
To sweeten the blow I scrounged an old tyre off our local mechanic to give the girls something new to play with. Nice idea in principle; but how on Earth was I supposed to get a car tyre and my vast collection of shopping bags back to RCC on foot? Never one to be overcome by logistical barriers i came up with the genius idea of rolling it alongside me – big mistake. All was going well until the path dipped rapidly downhill and the tyre shot off at breakneck speed towards an unsuspecting pensioner. Only the last minute intervention of the park gates prevented said man from becoming a geriatric skittle. Despite my frantic apology he was distinctly unimpressed with my blatant disregard for health and safety. I carried it the remainder of the way home, head hung in shame....
First up is my new found love of sewing. You’re all aware of my inability to knit so it stands to reason that there must be one craft on the planet that i can take to, even on an elementary level. Having been inspired by the quilting exhibition at the V&A I am now the proud (?) owner of an Argos value sewing machine – a snip at £60. It’s hardly the most sophisticated piece of kit (I’ve already discovered it won’t do a decent satin stitch) but given my tendency to start crafts only to discover I’m rubbish at them a nanosecond later it seemed like a sensible level of expenditure.
Having played around for a week on my own it was blatantly obvious it was time to call in the professionals, so i enrolled on a beginners course at Oh Sew Brixton run by a lovely lady called Fiona. The result of her beginners course was the lovely bag below – i am so proud of myself (and Fiona for having the patience to push me to the finish).
In other news, i helped out Omlet (the Eglu makers) at the Ideal Home Exhibition. It was great to spend a day talking chickens. The level of interest from the general public was incredible; we were swamped with enquiries all day and i chatted to interested novices and experienced urban hen keepers alike. I managed to sell a couple of Eglus so, clearly impressed with my sales patter, Omlet have invited me to work for them at the Grand Designs Live exhibition. I’ll be there on 8th and 9th May - if you’re going please come along and say hi.
Everything at RCC is in full spring mode, but shamefully I am lagging behind the in garden. One of the reasons for this is the hens have eaten everything I’ve planted so far. They’ve launched a full scale attack on the strawberry plants, reducing them to stalks, and trampled the rocket and lettuce into submission. There was no other alternative but to curtail their free-ranging to the bottom third of the garden with some chicken fencing. This, as expected, went down like a lead balloon - cue angry clucking and much giving of the evil, beady chicken-eye.
To sweeten the blow I scrounged an old tyre off our local mechanic to give the girls something new to play with. Nice idea in principle; but how on Earth was I supposed to get a car tyre and my vast collection of shopping bags back to RCC on foot? Never one to be overcome by logistical barriers i came up with the genius idea of rolling it alongside me – big mistake. All was going well until the path dipped rapidly downhill and the tyre shot off at breakneck speed towards an unsuspecting pensioner. Only the last minute intervention of the park gates prevented said man from becoming a geriatric skittle. Despite my frantic apology he was distinctly unimpressed with my blatant disregard for health and safety. I carried it the remainder of the way home, head hung in shame....
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