Yesterday I had my day planned with ,military precision, but as with the best laid plans of mice , men and of course me, that just didn't work out.
Picture the scene dear reader. I have just done my run and stagger back into house in nasty sweaty state. On route to shower room I g through kitchen, something catches my eye but I carry on. Have shower, return through kitchen and it hits me again. Something is amiss. Oh shit, the windows are all open. Now if you are the sort of idiot that owns a house ferret that lives loose like a cat, this is an A1 alarm call.
Rush upstairs like a gazelle walrus and search my room where he will normally be crashed out on the bed in the morning. No sign of him. Check Idgy's room (resist temptation to shriek and howl at the disgusting mess) not there. Search all of house. PANIC.
See Mr X in garden, he is painting outside of house and is of course doing the kitchen window frames. 'You have left the bloody windows open' I shriek in an admirable impression of angry fishwife. Now being a man he instantly lies and goes on the defensive saying he was there all the time and never left the scene. I (Poirot) know this is a lie as when I scuttled through the kitchen he wasn't in sight.
I am therefore at liberty to lose the plot completely and shout, swear, jump about and generally behave like an overgrown child in panic mode. Idgy joins me in this mission (we work well as a team) and we all search the garden calling for Harry. Situation is not helped by the farmer (not John this time, he is off wearing his spangled jumpsuit and leopard print deer stalker while cutting another field) cutting the field right next door and the noise is terrible.
A very nasty half hour passes as tempers fray, child cries and I swear at Mr X. No sign of Harry. I then hear the bin lorry lumbering down the lane and rush round the house to drag the bin out. Well guess who I find lurking with intent by the bins. No other than Hairy Harry the escapee from the kitchen. Grab Harry in one hand and bin in other. Drag bin to side of lane just as the lorry pulls up. 'You're not putting a dead rat in my lorry' says driver when he sees me. Go into long story of escaped ferret (not a dead rat at all thank you) and miraculous recovery. Bin men glaze over with boredom and eventually drive off.
Shut kitchen windows and lock the errant Harry in the house. Go back to the calm and rational plans I had made for the day. Now I am sure all out panic and ferret chasing wasn't on the list……
Today's post was meant to be all about the new stock of goodies I have made for Harrogate and just put on the web site. I shall just put in a nice piccie here of the new Cuppa Cosy
and also of the updated Cup Cakes, now available with nicely stamped cards saying, Thank You, With Love, Happy Birthday and Best Wishes.
There are lots of other goodies, but to be honest I am sure you have all lost interest in this post abut half an hour ago.
Off to Harrogate tomorrow so won't be blogging till end of next week.