What a busy week.
England beat Italy in the Six Nations rugby – what a game that was. For film fans, it was the Oscars where, I think the ‘envelope lady’ had her end of show sherry a bit early! And, most importantly, my fiend Max is staying with us – his mum, Auntie Jill, is having a very special birthday and has gone away for a few days.
She couldn’t really take Max with her so, Mum said he should come to us of course! We’re also feeding their two cats called Doris and Johnson….though mum keeps getting mixed up and saying we’re going up to feed ‘Boris Johnson’….. sigh!
We’ve having loads of fun with Max here – I even let him sit in my place next to Mum, a bit longer than normal but, he’s my fiend so, that was good really. Though, my fursister Thumbelina hasn’t been such a good hostess and gets into Max’s basket for a nap! As if she hasn’t got enough places to sleep! Cats are so cheeky and Max says not to be messed with – specially Thumbelina!!
Even though Max is a grown -up dog he’s been missing his mum – I know that I would too as, we’re always together in fact, I don’t mind saying: I’d miss her loads. Poor Max nevermind, I found lots for us to do. And mum sent some photos of him and me to Auntie Jill via the worldwide super highway as, she’s missing him too!
Hurray for Pancake Day today. All that flour flying and flipping will keep us busy.
Max asked what Pancake Day is all about – well, as far I know the time before Easter is called Lent (nothing to do with lending things) and the day before Lent starts is called Shrove Tuesday. Rich foods including; eggs and butter were not allowed during Lent, so people made pancakes on Shrove Tuesday to use up all the ‘rich’ stuff and called it Pancake Day for fun. In other countries, they call it Carnival or Mardi Gras.
We had a go at pancakes last year too, as you can see more ended up on my head and on the floor than on the plates. They’re messy things to make and humans invented tossing the pancake – a pretty risky invention if you ask me!! Aga’s, dogs, small children and Travertine tiles up and down the country end up covered in half-cooked batter!!
At bedtime, Max and I tell stories, laugh and have also been making up rhymes about missing someone who is far away. We’ve seen them in those Christmas Cards, with glitter on, under the heading: ‘Across the Miles’.
They normally go something like this –
Even though you’re far away I think about you every day, though the miles lay between us we’re never far apart – love doesn’t count in miles – it’s measured by the heart!
Hmm we decided we should maybe stick to limericks or, pancakes sticking to the pan!
Get flipping fiends!
Until next time
Rx (and Max)