Well, some young people from church came round for tea last night and even though I gave them a large dollop of cake to take away with them, there is still some left. So I have to eat it. Don't I?
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We saw our first frog spawn today. There is some in the middle of the photo if you look hard, honest.
We had some in our pond last year but I think it was mutant frog spawn as, although the tadpoles grew very large, they never seemed to develop legs. Of course, it might have been the result of shock after George had jumped in the pond with them.
And speaking of George, I am a little concerned about him.
Yesterday morning when I got up and came downstairs he was lying in the hall. He didn't blink or twitch or show any sign of realising I was there until I spoke. 'Well, that's a nice welcome for me!' Then he started as if he'd had a kick up the bottom, leapt up and began to make a fuss of me.
He'd been up for a while so he can't have been that soundly asleep. Younger Son said, 'I think he day-dreams and forgets where he is.'
It's true that he often has that look about him. He 'll stop and stare in a 'What have I come in here for?' way; or, if I throw a stick for him, he'll run to it, and then turn round and look at me as if he's saying, 'Tell me again: what am I supposed to do with this stick?'
Now I could understand it if he were old or menopausal ...