The big news here today is that Paradox caught a mouse. She
has been saying ever since we got back from Kirkmichael a week ago that they
are about. I was sceptical – no droppings, no other evidence, certainly so
sightings. But she’s the expert, and we live in a tenement. This morning while I was having my Italian
lesson she was charging about, and when I got finished and went into the kitchen
for some breakfast, there she was: with a mouse.
It was very small, but it was a sturdy city-bred mouse which
provided a good half-hour of entertainment. For Paradox, if not for me.
Breakfast was postponed. Country mice (a different species) tend to die promptly of shock.
I profoundly detest mice, but I love my cats. I’ve got a
picture for you of the exhausted huntress, but for the moment I can’t get it
over here from the iPad.
Otherwise, little to report. Helen is allowing her family
out at least to shop. Her husband David brought me some cider. And my friend G.
brought me some more, along with the Financial Times. I had brief, shouted
conversations with both. Rachel phoned. They are all well, but getting rather
tired of working from home.
And I have done no knitting. It must be something about
Saturday. I told you, I think, that Brooklyn Tweed is out of Arbor in the
colour (Vintnor) I think I have chosen for Foldlines. Today I tried Loop, the
London shop where one happy day I met Shandy and we went to a class with
Franklin. They’re the British outlet for Brooklyn Tweed and they’re got it all
right (on sale, at that) – but they have suspended their on-line sales.
I was born in 1933 and grew up with the knowledge that “for
the duration” means “forever”.
Reading
I’ve found a Barbara Vine I don’t know -- “The Blood Doctor”.
BV is a Ruth Rendell pseudonym, of course, and Barbara Vine books are slightly
more weighty and this one is perfect for these troubled times. A man is writing
the biography of his great-grandfather so there are lots of names and
generations to keep straight. And Kindle-reading means I can look them up when necessary.
I checked The Yarnery website, as their BT is currently on sale, courtey of BT. No Vintner, sorry to say.
ReplyDeleteMy Jack Russell Dougie is a keen ratter. We have hens,so there are often a couple lurking about. Dougie has the smelly habit of jumping in the top of the compost bin and squirming his way through,often coming out of the hatch at the bottom with a dead rodent between his teeth. We celebrate by chasing him around the garden and dunking him in the kitchen sink.
ReplyDeleteSarah.
I didn't know that about city mice. I knew country mice have white feet, but I thought it was only a color variation.
ReplyDeleteThe neighborhood was unexpectedly quiet this weekend. I had expected the usual loud music, but aside from one two-hour onslaught while someone mowed their yard, it's been nearly silent.
Try "A Yarn Story" for the Vintner.
ReplyDeleteJennyS
A fine mouse catcher! Hooray!
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