Cat in a Box

This is Banshee's winter quarters.  It was a box of discarded paper strips, with some finished puzzle pages on top, and she has decided it is very snug thank you . . .  better than her being on top of the fridge-freezer all last winter anyway . . .

Not to be outdone, Fluff decided Boxes Are Good . . .

Alfie is a little put out that HE doesn't get a look-in . . .

My lovely sewing table has a temporary home as a telephone table - the cupboard below the little lift-up lid is useful for the phone book and address books.

I spent yesterday morning making a big Fish Pie for the freezer.  It makes SUCH a change to actually follow a new recipe.

The recipe was one of Hugh's and fairly straightforward.

This ox yoke was one of the things we bought from Malvern  In hindsight, I dare say it is imported and last used on a Water Buffalo, but it has a certain rustic charm.

The dealer had this one wrongly descraibed as an old Thatcher's tool on the ticket.  I saved him having to alter it by buying it myself, cheaply.  It is in fact a horse gag for giving boluses of medicine, back in Victorian times.  The ring in the centre was where you put your hand, holding the medicine, so you could push it down the horse's throat.  Worming cures and "physics" were given thus.

Above and below, I couldn't resist this partly sewn colourful Crinoline Ladies cushion cover.  More work!

It was only two pounds.

This is a lovely large Torquay jug to enjoy for a bit . . .

You are probably now thinking, what on earth does she need THAT for - now she no longer has horses?  Well, a friend suggested using it to get a bad stain out of a valuable old Welsh blanket I have.  Apparently the Borax in the poultice draws out the stain.  Well, we shall see.  Nothing to be lost, that's for sure. Apart from the £5.99 I had to pay for this.  Things have gone up a lot even in the 5 years since I had horses.