I sense a disturbance in the force

Something’s afoot. A fluctuation in the force.

Jedi Genepi has felt it. Just now her ears were right back. Tail between the legs. Desperate to get out. She’s gone into hiding.

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Darth Splodge is also behaving oddly. More hissy and grumpy and sourpuss than ever. If thats possible.

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Death Stare

It all started when Dallas came back with a bright orange basket. It smelt odd. Unpleasant. Strange noises. What in the name of Beelzebub is going on?

So, here’s the thing. What do you need if you have two, lively, demanding Border Collies? A kitten. Genius.

She’s not even black and white.

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Do I look like I’m from the Dark Side?

She’s actually a feisty, wee thing. Not scared of us at all. Which is wrong. Very affectionate. Ridiculously playful.

By the way, They have called her Mouse.

I think I’m going to like her! She is my Princess Mouse. Am I a Rebel?

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Buried Treasure

Yesterday we were playing, I mean investigating, down at the Fallen Oak.

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The Fallen Oak toppled over about 2 years ago. It was a sad moment, because it was a magnificent tree and old. Dallas measured its girth. It came out at 360 cms. Which roughly translates to be about 180 years old.  This tree started life at around the time that Queen Victoria ascended to the throne, Chicago became a city, the first steamboats crossed the Atlantic and Lea & Perrins invented Worcester sauce.

The good news is that its not completely dead. One half of it still has leaves. I’m told that they call this a Phoenix Oak.

One of us must have dislodged some earth, because Dallas suddenly noticed a little turquoise coloured box. Sat inside a bigger rusty tin. What could it be? A late Roman lunch box? A Pre French Revolution tin of cookies (Bourbon biscuits)?

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Dallas said we should come back, and do an Archaeological Dig. She said Dig. Yippee.

So today we set to. In archaeological terms, the preparation was shabby. Slapdash. No theodolite. No datum. No geofizz. Just a trowel. And the wrong sort of trowel at that.

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Im detecting very little but pure iron oxide

Well, Sutton Hoo it wasn’t. No golden doubloons, no exquisite religious relics. Just a handful of old rusty washers, some nails and some random bits of ironwork. What an anticlimax!

Oh well, at least we had fun in the sun.

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Neat and Tidy

The garden is neat and tidy – certainly not me. Boy, have I worked hard this afternoon!

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Genepi here. Blog is having a nap, so I’ve hijacked his blog. He’s going to be livid, but hey ho. Wanted to tell you that I just had a smashing time doing one of my All Time Favourite Jobs – strimming. Andy did the swaying from side to side bit, holding the thing, and I did the running around in circles and barking a lot bit.

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Andy helping me with the strimming

Hard graft but very satisfying – gardening can be like that, can’t it. Wonder if I’ll ever get clean.

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We stopped work briefly because of an Interruption. This baby bird had flown into a window, and was all dazed and confused. Dallas comforted it for about 5 minutes, it came round and flew off. Phew.

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we’re thinking that this is a baby blackbird

Looks like Blog is coming round too – best go!