Saturday 31 August 2013

Wednesday 28 August 2013

The Long Goodbye - Last Group Snuggle

(Don't look unless you have tissues to hand. Gah, the dust is reaching epic proportions here.)

The Long Goodbye to the Kittens Begins

'Kay yah, the time has come. The kittens are eight weeks old. After some early technical difficulties overcome by the infinite resource and sagacity of the MILF, they are fully weaned. (Greedy beggars, they are eating me out of house and home!) They can go to their new owners. 

Tuesday 27 August 2013

Sunday 25 August 2013

How Housework Saved My Life ...

Yah, that is a bit of Lakhi that has
untidily got into the frame of the pic
ROFLMAO! That got your attention. 

(Well, I would be rolling on the floor if it was clean enough; I don't acksherly clean it very often - wink.) 

Monday 19 August 2013

Pizza Puhlease-ah!

'Kay yah, I am just going to blurt this story as light relief in between kitten pix; and while gearing up to publish the full chimichanga: MILFiness and the Art of Losing Weight.

Sunday 18 August 2013

Schrödinger's birthday (Part II)

Warning. Major cuteness alert! These pix are of kittens and boxes. There are videos too. You have been warned. Click 'Read More' at your own risk ....

This Little MILF Went to London

I let Piglet fill her own water bottle for synchronised swimming, and failed to check the cap was tightly screwed on. So my sox for my friend James got soaking wet and I had to rush round at the last minute to find another pair to amuse myself with on the trip to London. Swiss Army wife gave me this delightful book on socks which is full of historical detail and patterns. (Yes I am going to knit the embroidered woollen stockings :devil:.)


Tuesday 13 August 2013

Schrödinger's birthday (part I)

As it's been Schrödinger's birthday this week, I had better put up some pix of the kittens getting in and out of boxes. 

Monday 5 August 2013

MILF Holiday

Oh, I do love to be beside the seaside! Actually I do. Every year a friend kindly lets us use his caravan by the beach. I cannot reveal the location as the Welsh tourist board spend millions trying to persuade people that Wales is a land of sheep and green hills, solely in order that lots and lots of tourists don't rush to our beautiful beaches and coastal villages and make it as crowded as Cornwall.