How Smart Are You?

I love Hell’s Kitchen. And if Marco wasn’t enough, instead of Angus presenting we have the eternally barmy Claudia Winkleman. She really is mad.

I won’t wax lyrical about the program as I doubt many enlightened folk watch it (it falls into the infernal Reality TV category after all) but I was particularly impressed today when in response to Jody (an actor in Shameless apparently – nope, I’d never heard if him either) was being a complete yobbo and then tried to apologise and expected everyone to forgive him, only to recieve a resounding lack of acceptance, with Ade Edmonson summarising it perfectly with “You’re a tosser, and I don’t accept your apology”. Love it – I think I’d probably crumble if someone apologised like that, even if I knew they didn’t mean it.

I keep taking photos on my iPhone and not uploading them at a relevant time, so today is photo post day!

While highlighting papers I had an urge to deface the lovely daffs on my desk. So I faced them instead. Daffs really are my favourite flower – so flouncey and daft. You can’t eat them, they are somewhat toxic, they are only around for a few weeks a year, they are impossible to draw – but they are still my favourite.

I tried to tell him that no young male should really be playing with his mother’s handbag…

You can tell it’s spring when Pumpkin demands to see outside. She doesn’t want to go outside – she just wants to look…

…and spring theory is confirmed by big giant Thom snoozing on his back on the lawn. The grass was still wet so it was punctuated by intermittent ear cleaning sessions…

This is the definition of “lucky” – I cut the brocolli, then I noticed the snail. The second part of being lucky in this scenario is being found in a house where all the cook does is cut around the snail, leaving it attached to a bit of brocolli and then transfering it to the garden.

Chilli gets given the lamb shoulder leftovers me and Ding roasted today (don’t tell mum!)…

*uff!*

“mebees just a little more…”

Little Reanie has joined her best friend Feelix finally. After following her normal up and down health rollercoaster she was having a rocking return to motor mouth (“SQUEAK!”) tendancies over the last few weeks, refuting all rumours of ill health. However over the weekend she took a sudden turn for the worse, and stopped eating (a big thing for Rean). On Tuesday morning I took her to my local vets to say goodbye, and today I took her to the same pet crematorium that Fe was taken to.

Marie (known as Reanie, Mareanie, Re-Re, Motor Mouth, Miracle Pig and Large Piggy to her friends and admirers) got ill 3 years ago and was thought to have no chance then. She since fought repeated pneumonia bouts (and various other illnesses) off repeatedly. She was determination personified and will be missed.