Tuesday, 22 April 2014

My Life by Jade: Grooming

My mummy is having more and more senior moments. She forgot to ask me to write this for her to post it yesterday, so it’s a day late. Sorry about that. The other day she forgot our grooming routine and I had to go and get her out of the office to do it half way through the morning. It meant I didn’t get my treat for being a good girl until nearly lunchtime!

Ever since I had my teeth scaled at the vets, we’ve had this new grooming routine after breakfast.  It’s good because everything gets done at once and there’s no chance of forgetting to do any of it. At least, that’s what mummy says.

Mummy collects what she needs on a tray and when I see her get the tray out I go and lie on my bed, and daddy puts a chair in front of it for mummy to sit on. First she cleans my eyes with a wet tea bag – she was told to do this by the vet because my eyes weep a lot. Daddy teases me about this, saying I’m a cry baby, but I’m not crying really. If it’s not done regularly the hair under my eyes gets all stuck together and hard.

Then mummy has to clean my teeth, which she says is easier said than done because I’m not that keen on her fingers in my mouth, but I do like the taste of the toothpaste. She uses her fingers to make sure it gets where it should. After that she puts a little bit on a baby toothbrush and sticks that in my mouth as well. After that she has to bathe around my mouth with salt water on cotton wool and dry it with a paper towel.

Finally she has to brush all the tangles out of my ear hair, and give me a brush all over – at least the bits she can reach when I’m lying down. I have to admit that one side gets more brushing than the other.

After I’ve put up with all that, I think I deserve a treat, don’t you?

Friday, 18 April 2014

More Garden News

The violets in the picture in my last post are in the pot that my hosta has been living in for the past several years, dying off and disappearing each winter and returning in spring. There was no sign of it last year when the violets first appeared so I guess they have ousted it.

The plot outside my kitchen window needs weeding, tidying and more filling. The tulip bulbs I planted really late because of the extended wet weather haven't come to anything. Hopefully, some of them will grow next year if I can avoid disturbing them too much. But the primroses planted last year have been doing really well.

The camellia is budding and has had one rather shy flower.

The miniature daffodils have died off but the rhubarb next to them will soon be ready for cutting and cooking. Strawberries have migrated beyond the edge of my herb garden, so I'm hoping to have an even better crop this year. Bean stakes are in and seeds planted straight into the ground instead of being brought on first. Fingers crossed.

Monday, 14 April 2014

Another Birthday Present

My trip to Venice was a birthday present from my daughter and her friend, and, although I contributed the Avios miles for the flights, it wouldn't have happened otherwise. I didn't expect to get another birthday present from my girl, but one arrived with the postman on Saturday.

If you are a regular reader of this blog, you may remember the photo above. My lovely daughter had it blown up and reproduced on canvas on a frame.  Now it sits on the wall above my VDU in the office and when I'm sitting in front of it, as I am now, I only have to lift my eyes to see it.

Friday, 11 April 2014

Sunday Morning in St Mark’s Square

We walked through the square on our way to the vaporetto stop for San Giorgio Maggiore. The square was buzzing. Full of people, and we could hear music. When we drew near to a large group we realised this was where the music was coming from. It was accompanying young girls folk dancing and surrounded by a mesmerised audience. I was enthralled but it wasn’t really my companions’ thing so we didn’t stay long.

Moving on we could hear drumming coming from around the corner past the tower. This was more like it – a group of young men performing with flags.

Monday, 7 April 2014

A Magical Town

One of my commenters coined the perfect adjective for Venice: it was magical indeed. On our second morning we crossed to San Giorgio Maggiore, the island shown in one of the pics in my last post. We went into the church and took the lift to the belfry for yet another magical experience. The various openings at the top afforded us a 360 degree view over the city and its closest islands. Photos don't really do it justice but they'll give you some idea.

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