The Horror, The Horror

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

So there I was. Sitting on the couch. Happy as you please. When there's a knock at the door. Caro rushed off to answer it and arrived back in the living room with three trees. 

I did not sanction this purchase.

(I never do).

But she informed me that the three trees were a ficus, a magnolia and ummm... I want to say a "big palmy frond tree". Something like that.

Then she got her spade and put the last two out in the garden. The ficus, she said, gets to live inside with us and the cats.

There is also a bougainvillea arriving at some point. This "garden" thing is getting out of hand. But, in any event, I was not required to do anything, so I went back to being on the couch. 

Then there was ANOTHER knock at the door. This time it was Tiger, who had biked around to BRING US HIS HOME BAKING.

This is why we love Tiger. He had been making cinnamon buns this afternoon and decided to share them with us. So we had a cup of tea and a chat and he told us about his birthday plans. His birthday is on October 30th so he's going to book a house in Wine Country and we are going to have a Birthday/Halloween/Wine weekend. It all sounds lovely.

But - costumes - not optional.

This could be a problem. I put various suggestions to Caro - one after the other - and she vetoed them all. One after the other. And it wasn't even like they were RUDE suggestions like Naughty Nurse or Naughty Nun or Naughty Anything. They were all horror suggestions because obviously now I am the Big Horror Expert. 

"I don't know. I need to think," Caro replied. Which is Caro-language for "shut up about it".

 So, at this rate, I'll be winding bog rolls around ourselves and going as a pair of Mummies. I might need to investigate this solo.

S.