It's Sunday Selfie time....
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Finding my Zen |
This weeks selfie is of yours truly trying to get to grips with the ancient CAT art of origami.
Now some may think this was started by the Chinese, but I can now reveal that it was us fine felines that got there first, naturally. MOL
First one must apply full concentration to achieving your ZEN harmony with the world and the paper.
The Hidden Mouse |
Only once this is achieved, can you let rip with the inner you and see the fruits of your labour appear in paper form.
I call this one, THE HIDDEN MOUSE. Well it was until I found it. MOL
The housekeeper had a selection of names for it, but I shall leave it to you to make up your own minds.........
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............... and now it's Sunday Story Time!
This weeks story is.............. A New Broom!
Erin paced about the palace kitchens, reading out loud to herself a telegram from NASA.
"Well.
Well well.
Well, well I never, this is quite a situation.
Send the peep out to the shops to get Mars bar and next I hear, last seen heading off on the space shuttle to Mars!
I really do worry about that one.
OK done with the worrying, what I need is a replacement, a housekeeper in fact. Well better fact than fiction as the factual kind can actually do stuff, and tend to my very minimal needs. Like mowing the lawn, clipping hedges, decorating, cleaning, and making midnight sandwiches.
I think I best get an advert in all the Society magazines, that a princess is in need of a housekeeper. Must be able to work for below average pay...... well I am below average in height. Must have own transport and a keen nature, eager to please and above average computer skills. Well above average around here means knows how to switch it on, and phone the help line.
There we go, have pinged that email to them, lets see what comes back....."
Some weeks later.......
"Oh good Lord, this just cant go on!
Not one suitable candidate at all. Either too slow or too hungry and want to eat me out of house and home. Or bankrupt me with demands for fresh food each day AND a salary!
What has the world come to, I ask you, when you cant hire staff for a poultry sum. I thought a nice warm feather bed, running water and all the nosh you could eat would be ample. But no, seems like nobody wants to share with the chickens these day!
Oh well lets see what the mornings post has brought. Junk mail no doubt
Yup, just as thought....... junk, spam, spam, clothes catalogue for senior cats, more junk, and Inland Revenue. Hmm that's not good, they want to come and assess the Kraken for tax relief. Seems like when I put in that I had four pairs of hands helping me, they didn't expect them to be all attached to the one body!
Minor technicality I'm sure but she is a legal migrant and adding loads to the rural economy too. Bicycle sales have quadrupled and the number of unemployed mail delivery men and meter reader men has plummeted. OK most are never seen again but I think that's just part of the job.
Oooh whats this? A small postcard, from London?
Hmm......"
Erin looked closely at the card and then sniffed its edges, like a fine wine. "My powers of deduction lead me to believe that this is from a senior lady, late seventies early eighties. She likes coffee and rides a bike prone to breakage and is also in need of a job. Sounds my sort of housekeeper!
How do I know these things, I hear you ask, well it is simple if you have years of training and a keen eye for coffee stains and chain oil. Plus it says so on the card. Seems like my housekeeper is arriving today.
I best retrieve that tinned spam I got this morning, from the dustbin, and pull some nip leaves from the greenhouse and make a salad of it. I wonder if I she minds making it for me?"
****** Door bell chimes ******
"Eeek she's here and I haven't a thing to wear! Oh well, she'll just have to take me as she finds me. Having said that, first impressions are everything, so I'll put some whitener on, a touch Whiscara™ whisker perfection for cats.
And if I polish the teeth for fresh breath confidence and a smile to make a lasting first impression and radiates warmth, that should show I am a serious, paws on employer. Well, none of the mice ever complain of bad breath and they all jump around when they see my smile so I dare say it works."
Moments later.......
"Well hello, Erin Princess, I'm your new house keeper, my dear. Just show me where to stow my stuff and I'll get settled right in."
"Er, excuse me, I was expecting a Mrs Hudson, not My Dear. Do you have any references or ID? I just cant go employing anyone willy nilly..... though if you can you make nip tea, you have the job!"
The lady gave a quizzical look and scratched the bun on top of her head. "Well I AM Mrs Hudson, my dear. Don't know who the other person, Mae Deer, is but I'm here, my dear, for the post as advertised." With that she handed Erin a cutting from the The Lady Cat Magazine. "I'm not sure about references though," She continued. "Nobody has ever said I need those...... but if you like, I can provide the names of some very particular families, and gentlemen, that have used my services and not had cause for complaint."
And of course I comes from a very long line of nannies, too. So if you ever have kittens I will be quite able to take on their education. I think you'll find I'm great with knitting and chasing spiders and mice."
And without further ado, Mrs Hudson hitched up her long skirts and ducked through the doorway and walked in and surveyed the Palace Great Hall. "Oh my, would you look at the cobwebs in here. Well I suppose it's to be expected in a place like this. Do you have a broomstick from the last housekeeper that I can whizz around with, or did she fly off with it when she left you? Never mind I can always brew up a little something in the kitchens that will have them out."
Erin was suddenly stunned with the realisation that she might just have hired a housekeeper. And not only that, but a witch house keeper too! "Mrs Hudson, you don't have any pets do you? A black cat maybe? Not that there is anything wrong with black cats. Quite the opposite in fact as I am, in part at least, black, and my Valentine is ALL black and a quite a dish... er... darling. It's just that this is rather a one cat Palace and I don't want Valentine to get worried."
"Never fear my lovely, I never bring my cat with me when I'm working. There isn't much room up there and they tends to fall off at high speeds and that can get awfully messy and expensive. She smiled and winked, and then gave a long sniff. "Time for a brew I think and then you can show me around. The kitchens it is then. Let me guess, I'll follow the smell off burnt Brussels sprouts. I can see I shall have to take the cook in hand, I cant have you starving, now can I?"
Erin's eyes bulged and she visibly paled as she absorbed all that had just been said. Clearly Mrs Hudson was a witch who not only flew, but frequently lost her own cat off the stick! This wasn't just awful but a positive liability and she resolved to up the palace insurance later, and also see if the Parish Council and Fire Brigade needed permits for use of an open cauldron? Thinking on it, she decided to contact the Air Traffic Control to see if she needed clearance for sending her to the shops.
A clattering of falling items brought Erin to her senses. She looked around to see the housekeeper beating a hasty retreat out of a broom cupboard, looking very much the worse for wear. In fact, her bun had slipped so far to one side, she looked like Princess Leia after a bad nights sleep.
"Well I say, that was quite an experience, Erin, and no mistake. I think, dearie, that you could do with a sign on there." With that she straightened the bun and wondered off towards the staircase down to the kitchens.
Erin sighed and trotted after her, and pondered if it wasn't too late to book Mrs Hudson on the next flight to Mars?
To be continued................