When the security you hire sleeps on the job

As I have mentioned a few times before, I sell second hand jewellery to support a number of charities. I love doing it, and my husband is very tolerant of every nook cranny and spare drawer in the house and garage being filled with sparkly things.

On Wednesday I'm taking jewellery to a local retirement village, invited by a friend who lives there. It involves quite a lot of work, as each place I go to is different, and I can't haul everything each time, so I select and sort and arrange on trays.

Today I imposed on Junior Ginger's bedroom. He somehow managed to squeeze in a nap, surrounded by tray upon tray of costume jewellery.

Not much of a guard cat I'm afraid.

I bet Paul Hollywood doesn't have this problem.

Living in the country with three city cats has been a learning curve. I did wonder how they would settle, but they have taken it very much in their stride.

Here are a few comments from my Facebook page today. It was one of those days when I had a LOT to do, and I was trying to get it all finished in time so I could have a nana nap. No such luck. The events took place within a space of 30 minutes, the time it took for my cardamom bread to rise.

Half way through making bread, I see 4 naughty lambs have escaped from our paddock and are charging around next door. Sheep dog activated, lambs grounded, yows giving them a royal ticking off! Who needs Netflix?

Mango tries to bring an adult rabbit into the house. I get to the cat flap before he does, and get out to try and rescue rabbit. Wrangle 8kgs of hungry cat, meanwhile the rabbit plays dead on the lawn. I try and encourage it to get up. It does, but Mango escapes and chases it at an illegal speed across the paddock. Sadly, I don't think it will escape a second time. So long as he doesn't try and get a lamb for dessert. 15 minutes ago I'd refused to give him an extra lunch, so he got his own takeaway. Blooming menace!

Caught Mango, who is slithery with the damp grass. Rabbit should get an Oscar for the death performance. I took the cat out with a flying tackle near the paddock gate. Rabbit is thumbing a lift home and the ginger murderer is now locked up.

Well at least the bread worked out OK

Dawdling at dusk

Our cats like to take us for walks in the garden in the evening. This evening, I was out assessing a few of our trees which appear to have suffered in recent weird weather. Two of them on the border may need to be cut down, but it will mean more light for the trees lining the driveway.

As I bent down to check the base of one tree, I heard the thundering of 8 kgs of ginger tom charging up the driveway then up the tree.

The photos are out of focus due to the lack of light, but you get the general idea. Simon came out later to check the tree, and caught Mango about to spring on Ruppin, who was hiding, as is his wont, under the agapanthus.