Derelict Sunday
I don't think anyone would argue that this cottage is derelict.
Balmaha was hoaching this afternoon, so the plan for a forest walk was abandoned. Minty and I ended up in Buchanan Castle estate instead, where it was lovely and peaceful.
Pookie is sulking. Last night, when I tried very surreptiously to apply a dose of flea-and-tick treatment to the back of her neck while she dozed on the sofa beside me, she twigged and took off in indignation as if I was trying to poison her. Freuchie 0: Pookie 1
Today, while she was eating, I went for the no-nonsense get-it-over-with approach and took her by surprise. Result: job done, cat in the huff. Freuchie 1: Pookie 0
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