Toad and Mole, and Ratty and his friend....

Hello Friday peops

A day late because I had a posh guest last night from Solihull – Sharpie and I had a girlie sleepover – rather a nice (hic!) end to the week, so I thought I would share with you some of the rather decadent things we did together, though I know it’s wrong to show off, but just so you can see that posh people from Solihull can still have a wonderful time in St.Irchley :-)



Even Sharpie was amazed at some of the posh things I managed to arrange at short notice – y’see I was meant to be going to Solihull but one of the seven dwarves – Sneezy (ie Junie!) was too contagious so Happy and Dopey had a fab time at my humble abode instead.

As the sun set and the gentle breeze blew the Acers and grasses, and our glasses were charged with some chilled Gerwurtz….you could have imagined you were anywhere except St. Irchley, that is until……. the heady sound of the sirens chasing the ASBO boy racers up the local streets pierced the night air, the neeee-naaaw-neeee-naaaw dulling the birds evensong as they settled down for the night…. but thankfully not dulling the sound of us two birds twittering away and not settling until very very late :-)……. I’ll tell you how late later ……………

Sharpie was amazed at the range of posh activities I had arranged, and though had dressed inappropriately for the occasion in a nice pink twinset and fluffy slippers (see pic), still enjoyed herself. I’d arranged for some beaters to flush out the local wildlife - so 2 rats kept popping up in between the grasses so that Sharpie could aim the gun (well… a repeller) at them – kept us amused for hours. I then arranged for some local gourmet cuisine to be delivered ie a curry from the Bengal Chaa – it didn’t touch the sides – in fact it didn’t touch a plate – I’d given the maid the evening off so we ate out of the foil….we had worked up quite an appetite by this time – with all the excitement of the shooting!

We lit the chiminea – Sharpie, like a woman possessed - was quite defensive when I’d take the poker and try and join in – there was ash and glowing embers dotting the night sky…. we quickly ran out of kindling, so I decided to ‘tidy up’ the pile of Nursing magazines scattered round the sunlounge… whoosh! We’d got a load of candles lit big posh ones - the garden looked quite pretty – and very very bright– lit up like a runway in fact – which might explain why quite a few planes appeared to be diverting from their usual flight path - we did wave… or should that be sway? Sharpie discovered that candle wax also goes up nicely – and was pouring hot liquid wax down the chiminea - though missed her aim a few times and now my hobbit like feet are all smooth :-)

The finale was when the local ASBOs parked up for the night and started letting off fireworks – oh how beautiful that was – think they were celebrating an early Diwali, through the haze of the magazine smoke they looked lovely! Signal to retire…..so after a long long night in front of the blazing fire, shooting the local wildlife, eating heartily and drinking top notch BOGOF wine from the Co-Op, we retired very very late to bed with a cup of cocoa – it was, after all around 8pm!

Hope you are all having a great weekend

Kimmie x

Candle joke:

At the end of the tax year the Tax Office sent an inspector to Audit the books of a Synagogue.
While he was checking the books he turned to the Rabbi and said, "I notice you buy a lot of candles. What do you do with the candle drippings?"
"Good question," noted the Rabbi. "We save them up and send them back to the candle makers, and every now and then they send us a free box of candles."
"Oh," replied the auditor, somewhat disappointed that his unusual question had a practical answer. But on he went, in his obnoxious way:
"What about all these bread -wafer purchases? What do you do with the crumbs?"
"Ah, yes," replied the Rabbi, realizing that the inspector was trying to trap him with an unanswerable question."We collect them and send them back to the manufactures, and every now and then they send us a free box of bread - wafers."
"I see," replied the auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster the "know - it - all" Rabbi.
"Well, Rabbi," he went on, "what do you do with all the leftover foreskins from the circumcisions you perform?
"Here, too, we do not waste," answered the Rabbi. "What we do is save all the foreskins and send them to the Tax Office, and about once a year they send us a complete dick."