Kitty in The Cupboard

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

When we moved in three weeks ago, the moving blokes told me they couldn't find a way to get the king sized bed base into the spare bedroom.

I believed them. Mainly because I had seen them attempting to wedge it around corners while sweating and swearing.

Caro did NOT believe them. She used her cunning spacial awareness to figure out an ALTERNATE route, that also didn't work. As we found out after an hour of sweating and swearing.

Not that I am bitter.

So this weekend we had a BRAND NEW bed base for the spare room. It is still king size, but it comes in two parts. So EASIER. Do you see?

So that was today's mission and this time there was just sweating. We kept it light hearted by pretending we were on rival tribes on Survivor.

"The Mokuto tribe think they've got it! No! Back to the start! Still everything to play for!"

Like that.

Incidentally, if you have never seen Survivor it is a lot like "It's A Knockout" only if Belgium had to live on a diet of rice and  beans and Portugal got to talk about their hurt feelings before being voted out.

So that got done. Then I walked Jasper around the garden and Punky found a new cupboard to hide in.

In other words, another Paraparaumu Sunday.

S.