Back to work for a rest!

I was off work last week. Clan Fuzzy intended to visit friends on Arran but the visit fell through. Instead, SWMBO and I spent the week blitzing Fuzzy Towers. We cleared the loft of junk that we could no longer justify hanging on to 'Just in case'. We did the same to the two sheds and the garage. We then spent a day clearing out and cleaning the kitchen (I'm gobsmacked at where cat hair can works its way into). We also managed to factor in two football matches at Swindon (Coooooome On You Reds!), the second of which, being a midweek game, gave me a day to erect a shed at my Sister in Laws house. This shed had been awaiting building for 18 months, during which the instruction book pages fused together. It was like doing a jigsaw puzzle without a picture to reference. The shed is up and solid. The manufacturers even managed to supply a few spare bits- at least I hope they are spare. We did have a quieter weekend, with a trip out on Saturday to do a bit of shopping and to have a pint at The Lee (Coulston something or other, or Midsomer wotsit to you Midsomer Murder fans). very pleasant. Sunday was the Grocery shop day followed by a tremendous BBQ at a friends house in Feltham. I don't know how Santo does it but his BBQ cooking is to die for.
Anyway, with all this activity, I didn't get a mile in on the bike. Best I get a shift on if I'm going to hit the 300 mile target this month.

Garden beasts

Our garden does not attract much in the way of wildlife. I think this is probably due, in the main, to our two cats- Willow, a dark tortoiseshell, who acts pretty much like I would expect a dog to behave and Scooby, Willows smaller sister, a white, tabby and tortoiseshell (torby?) kitty. Over the few years that we have been owned by these two, various feathered and furred beasts have been delivered to our doorstep, generally accompanied by much meowing and smugness.

We do get the usual visitors- sparrows, blackbirds, a regular robin, the odd fat pigeon, occasional grey squirrel entertainment and hedgehog snuffings. Colourful birds are rare- finches, tits etc. Overflying our garden all the time are the Chiltern squadrons of red Kite, which are thriving after the reintroduction programme which occured in and around the Getty estate in Stokenchurch.

My favourite visitor however are the bats we see performing daring aerobatics around our garden in the evenings starting in the spring and continuing into the autumn. I spent quite a while last night watching a pair of bats flying crazy patterns over my lawn and patio.

What do you like to see or watch in your garden?

Dear Weather

Sort yourself out please!

The rain is playing havoc with my sunburn. What are you trying to do to us eh?

Thanks Susan

I have written about The Fat Cyclist and his blog before. Today when I visited his site, I saw very sad news. His wife Susan lost her battle against cancer yesterday.

Because of the fight she has gone through, and the spotlight that Elden has placed on it, awareness has been raised and a lot of money pledged to help combat this disease.

All I can say is to Elden and his family, I am so sorry for your loss and to Susan, because she is out there listening, Thanks.

Fuzzy.

Domestic Disasters

Why is it that domestic equipment waits until the worst possible moment before deciding to throw a spanner in the works?

When I got out of bed this morning, the plan was to get hygienic in the bathroom followed by feeding the cats, preparing lunch for SWMBO, No.1 Son and I to take to work, eat breakfast and then go to work. On arrival in the kitchen I discovered that SWMBO had got up a little earlier and put a load of washing on. Whilst I was doing my thing with the rolls and sandwich filling the washing machine started to drain. For some reason I thought "That doesn't sound right". To be more precise, it sounded very much on the wet side of wrong. I quickly switched the machine off and pulled the kick board from the front of the surrounding kitchen units. I then shoved my dry hand under the kitchen cupboards and got it soaked! Cue much cursing and panicking. I had to pull a fully laden washing machine out from it's space (integral machine so tight fitting) and then start to grovel around with cloths etc, soaking up all the water before it a) lifted the flooring and b) soaked into the wall. I had to leave the machine in the middle of the kitchen floor, still full of washing and water to be dealt with when I get home. To cap it all, when I got to work, I thought to myself "You know something Fuzzy? You are very hungry." I then realised I'd rushed out to get to work on time without eating breakfast. not good for me as I get the shakes in the morning if I don't eat.
Anyway, the washing machine is awaiting my return from work when, instead of going to the gym for a bit of a beasting, I will have to start messing around and trying to undo waste pipes that are a tight fit behind kitchen cupboards. When I say tight fit, I mean very very tight fit. Barely enough room to turn the collars on pipe joints etc.

Domestic Appliances- I'm sure they have secret channels of communication and plan this sort of activity as part of their World Domination strategy.