Frankie is twenty months old now and full of life. He sleeps
well at night – if Pats the Cat doesn’t disturb him – she woke him at 5:00 this
morning! Mornings are usually busy times and he has a nap in the afternoon.
Well, that’s the theory. Often he experiences a resurgence of energy when he
goes to bed and spends the time he should be sleeping practising his songs and words,
talking to his toys, shrieking with laughter and romping up and down his cot.
How do we know this? Apart from the noise (!) we have a camera focused on him and
thus we can see when he has divested himself of his nappy and can rush upstairs
to remedy matters. He now has ‘going to bed’ trousers which he has not yet
managed to take off though he watches closely when he is dressed in them to see
if he can work out the magic formula!
He has great fun with his little cousin Isla (our great-granddaughter) who is four
months younger than him. They don’t see each other very often – Isla lives
quite a long way away and when they do meet they don’t exactly play together, rather
alongside each other with their paths crossing, or more likely colliding! They
both love music and dance with enormous energy. Bath time is entertaining for
both of them, with the bath full of books and toys.
Sometimes, Frankie needs a little distraction/relaxation and
then he sits on my knee and watches Postman Pat or Thomas the Tank Engine.
Postman Pat appears to be outstripping Thomas in the favourites stakes at
He had a haircut today. Can you see the difference in the ‘before’
and ‘after’ photos?
Delores from ‘Under the Porch Light' offers six words as a writing prompt – fragmented, gravel, blistering, mundane, clairvoyant,
grasshopper, OR the phrase incidentally yours. Why not
visit her and see what other writing has been prompted?
Time to stand and stare
was a blistering hot day and Lizzie was bored with the mundane chores of daily
life. She paused in her cleaning and gazed out of the window, sighing. The
words of a familiar poem came into her mind:
this life if, full of care,
We have no
time to stand and stare?’
the truth of this she flung down her duster and hurried out of the house. She
would go to the meadow and sit by the stream. The air there would be fresher.
She smiled in anticipation.
from the drive skipped into her sandal, piercing her foot and making her wince.
She shook it out and hobbled on. By the time she reached the paddock the pain
had passed. She removed her sandals and luxuriated in the feel of the cool
grass against her hot flesh. ‘Nature’s carpet,’ she thought and sat down by the
stream. The sun glanced off the water, reflections from above fragmented by its
tumbling passage over the smooth pebbles below. Dragonflies danced in the air,
darting thither and yon in their relentless hunt for prey. Birds sang as if for
joy and Lizzie felt herself relaxing.
movement in the grass caught her eye. A host of newly-minted small frogs scrambled
through the stems. She captured one and held it up to examine it. ‘Such
perfection in so small a form,’ she thought. She released it and watched as it clambered away
to safety. She wondered how long it would survive. Maybe if she were
clairvoyant she would discover the answer. Reason told her that the world would
be overrun if all such tiny creatures survived to adulthood and breeding
status. As she watched, another small being came into her vision. The
grasshopper, so common, so rarely seen and therefore a delight, seemed to study
her as closely as she observed it. She held her breath, knowing how quickly it
could move away. Seconds passed and still the little creature remained in sight,
then in the blink of an eye it was gone.
stretched and stood up, refreshed in body and mind, and wandered home. The last
lines of the poem came to her:
‘A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.’
smiled again, glad she had taken the time to stand and stare.
The Further Adventures of Frodo the Faller – Regaining the Limelight
Cooling his paws
Following what everyone believed to have been a successful
conclusion in the case of his atopic dermatitis, resulting in ongoing
treatment, Frodo decided to throw another conundrum into the mix.
Bumps beginning to appear . . .
Last week we noticed there were a couple of small bumps on his
left flank. They were not ticks; for some reason he doesn’t attract those - they
seem to prefer the dense fur of the Labradors. Within a couple of days the
bumps had developed into pustules, looking remarkably like dermatitis, though
they were not irritating him or causing him to rub himself against any
available firm surface (my legs, for
example!) The pustules erupted and his fur looked much as the fur on his
head had done. I shampooed him and watched as his fur fled the scene. Our
beautiful Dalmatian was now a white dog with black and red spots. His skin
looked very sore but he was untroubled by it.
A trip to Phil-the-Vet clarified
that this was not a further outbreak of dermatitis but was possibly fox mange. Frodo
returned home with another course of antibiotics for himself and pipettes of broad
spectrum insecticides to treat all the dogs. Nothing that sucks, bites, burrows
or nests in our dogs will survive!
Fox or sarcoptic mange (also
known as canine scabies) is highly contagious. It is caused by mites (Sarcoptes scabiei) but is readily
treated. Foxes are not usually fortunate enough to receive veterinary treatment
and die within four months. Though the mites may transfer to cats or humans
they do not survive long away from the host species and will not cause any
The Flower Festival is one of the highlights of the biennial
Crowthorne Carnival. Susannah, Bethan, Frankie and Lolly (!) came with me on
Sunday afternoon. It was held in the church of St John the Baptist and it was packed. Light lunches and refreshments were served throughout the weekend.
Various local organisations took part, among them schools, Women's Institute, toddler groups, flower arrangers and businesses. The theme for the Carnival was ‘Strictly Showtime’.
Detail from 'Fiddler on the Roof' by St Sebastian's Women's Institute
'Fiddler on the Roof'
The font provided a platform for 'Carousel'
Every available space was used
'The X Factor', a popular television show
Not sure what was the inspiration behind this - 'Oliver' maybe?
'Swan Lake' by St Sebastian's church
There were musical interludes
'The Tower of Babel'
'The Beautiful City'
'The Cleansing of the Temple'
'All good gifts'
Joseph and his coat of many colours
'Facets of Faith'
'St John's flower arrangers
'The Miracle of the Burning Bush'
'The Mikado' by Crowthorne Traders' Association
'Detail from 'Elton John'
'A Midsummer Night's Dream'
'Singin' in the Rain' by the Royal National Lifeboat Institution, Crowthorne branch.
'Dancing on Ice' by Crowthorne WI. 'Dancing on Ice' is a popular television programme.
The pew ends were decorated. This one was inspired by 'My favourite things' from 'The Sound of Music.'
'Noah's Ark' by The Net, formerly known as St John's Sunday School.
Royal Ascot scene from 'My Fair Lady' by Crowthorne and Sandhurst Flower Arrangers
Crowthorne Gang Show - Scouts
'The Lion King' by Hatch Ride Primary School
This and the following scenes were on floats at the Carnival Procession at the beginning of Carnival Week.
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