I have been trying to get as much done outside in the good weather we have had this weekend, and I have been cleaning up the courtyard. I have not been alone however. Annie and Chassie have been with me every step of the way. If I prune leaves, Annie prunes leaves. If I clean up the pot plants, Annie is in the pot plants. if a plastic packet is left alone for longer than two seconds Chassie is in it!
Sweeping is Annie’s best; the broom produces a complicated roller-coaster of terror, attack, play, taunt and pounce. At one point I brought some stuff through the house and to the front to throw away. Annie came searching for me; totally offended that I had deserted her at the back. I made my way through the house and she charged ahead, so when I came down the stairs she was already on her back on the flagstones. The courtyard doesn’t look that different. But we are all exhausted.
Then, when we were walking the slightly bigger furries this morning, Big Friendly spotted this sign. Now is it just me or…? It’s not a good one, me thinks.