What with being in the forest and isolated; why do I have to listen to a facking boat alarm going off in the middle of the night?

Update: It's either stopped, or my tinitus has drowned it out

Uninspired

Anyone who likes curry as much as I do, will know that once your find THE curry house, nothing can compare. Until perhaps the day one gets a dose of food poisoning, which touch wood hasn't happened yet.
Earlier, I was feeling brave, so we tried a local Indian restaurant. Not that there was anything wrong with it, it just wasn't 'Kutis' GAH!
We're now trying to decide what to watch.
Fur said 'I want to watch something fast moving and light hearted'.
'How about Pulp Fiction' says I.
I guess Finding Nemo is going to have to be my next suggestion.
In other news, whilst the birds were eating us out of house and home, earlier (a container of seed and at least half a container of peanuts, plus several suet balls daily), a blue tit did a kamikaze at the kitchen window. He sat looking fairly concussed for quite a while, then got up and carried on eating.
That's that spirit. Little sod.
This is what happens when naughty bunnies roam at night and one leaves one's clothes on the floor.......

Whit.....

Being a 'grown up' means I can have cheese soufflé at midnight - 1 hour GMT by the morning + more wine.

Can you guess what it is yet?

Another nommist

In the woods

Yesterday afternoon, we installed a bird feeder on the veranda.
Not expecting the birds to notice immediately, I was quite surprised to find eleventy billion of them this morning.
By 2pm, I was re-filling the seed container.


You cannot see the trees after dark. I did see a badger's bum last night, however and can hear them and the deer really close to the house.
It's a good thing I am already familiar with a barn owl's screaming too. It's still a horrid noise though.
The wicker basket is on the table, to prevent it becoming an ex-wicker basket, if Bibi has her way.
She is free range day and night now. This doesn't stop her getting up to no good; though any wires are out of reach. The phone books are her latest victim.
I am getting used to being woken up by a bunny landing on me, followed by a nose or bum in my face in the morning.
The ladder leads to a loft. It's the warmest place in the house to sleep.



Apparently, Shelob lives here nowadays; but in the 1800's this was a brick kiln and made most of the bricks for the Southampton docks in the 1840's

Not Hare

Orb has been over to say hello and have a bite to eat with us.
The perfect gentleman as always, he brought flowers and wine.
As a token of my appreciation, I gave him one of my finest 3 foot long blonde hairs to chomp on, with his first mouthful of food.
I have not done this to any of my culinary victims for years.
He was honoured.

Lost

I can't find my camera. Got to look harder for it tomorrow, or run the risk of over-bunnying the bloog.
It seems that moving out of the city, albeit out of any kind of 'neighbourhood', has slowed both of us right down, thankfully. Some of that will be related to getting away from the stress in the flat tho.
This afternoon, we were both outside getting wood for the fire and doing various bunny proofing jobs, when a pair of rather large badgers tore past in grunting fashion and great haste, through the brambles.
Now I know exactly what the scrabbling noises outside at night are; tho I had suspected it was badgers, due to the tracks around the house.
They were probably minding their own business, until we wandered out and decided to make a run for it back to their set.
I don't blame them. Nasty 'orrid 2 foots are the root of most, if not all evil.

Whoohoo!

I've managed to go outside at night on my own, without losing the plot. Plus, there's a mahoosive black moff on the window.
I am brave.

Moved

I just wish I didn't have a cold and the remnants of a champagne hangover.....
Woke up this morning to the sound of torrential rain in the trees. I am still flinching each time I hear a thud (bunny feet on hard floors), but that's starting to go away.
Time for a bowl of steak chilli, tacos and stuff, plus the rest of the champagne.

B-Day

Hooray for IKEA and Lemsip.
Shelving, lighting and gubbins, plus a bit of relief from the streaming cold we both have.
Tomorrow, the fridge freezer arrives. Not seen it, not inspired by such things, but needs must.
Then Sunday, we are moving the big gear in, after having meticulously put EVERYTHING else away beforehand.
I don't handle clutter well at the best of times.
When we drove out this evening to go and flail around in a consumerist manner in aforementioned Swedish (*spit* the godzillas upstairs are Swedes) store; about 50 peasants were blocking the track. Only one refused to flap/scatter orf. Fur got out and ran after it, after much engine revving and chasing. Hearing him'RAAAAAWR' and run after it grinning and waving his arms about, was the highlight of my week.
I tell ya, you got to have your eyes peeled on that track. We managed to terrorise a frog on the way back. He was springing across the road like a jack in a box, when we approached.
That stupid bird must have told him about the huge rawring ape wot chased it furlier.

Pinching myself

Standing outside after scrubbing down bathrooms and floors, all I could hear, was screeching and hooting owls; a suspect badger in the woods behind the house and a hissing log on the fire.
Just to continue the thread....I have put flour, water, butter, salt, yeast and sugar into an aluminum pot. Then I shut the lid and told the machine that I want my wholemeal loaf ready just after I get up.
Someone kick me, please.

Onwards

Tomorrow is day three of cleaning/scrubbing/painting/binkying.
I think we'll be in by Saturday night.
I hadn't accounted for the place being so filthy however, apart from the kitchen and the eleventy billion cobwebs outside; but on close approach, I was wrong.
I'm not complaining. It could have been worse. I just don't like other people's dirt.
The paintbrushes have been out too and the fire lit. Last night was not funny, when the chimney wouldn't draw. Pity we hadn't noticed it was half closed....
Bibi is not a happy bunny (no pun intended) at the moment. Being left alone until late, with Radio 3, is poor compensation for a bit of growling and nudging.
Standing outside at dusk is so different to being here. Fortunately, I like bats, as they zoom past an inch from my nose. When it's dark, it's pitch absolute black. I though it would feel a bit eerie; but we are strangely comfortable with the woodland noises and smells.

I have run out of things to type.
Fuff out

Fish

My new gadget arrived today and we've just about finished the first, almost perfectly fried halibut.
NOM!



For anybun not interested in my culinary adventure de jour; here is a picture of a tranced Bibi.

Erk

The last time we moved, I treated myself to a Gaggia espresso machine.
This time, it's going to be something that might turn me into a fat barsteward, if I'm not careful.
Becoming interested in such devices, is definitely a sign that I'm getting older.....

Motivation

Must iron the clothes...must iron...must iron.....must pack....not eat curry and drink stuff.
I need a mantra.

Keep moving....

It's been just over 2 years, since we bought our flat. It was supposed to have been exactly what we wanted. Slap bang on the marina, our own mooring, brilliant views blad di blah.
The only thing we didn't account for, was the non-stop issues with noisy neighbours, for about 22 out of 26 months - 7 days a week.
In the end; it was a choice between staying put and becoming basket cases, or cutting our losses and getting our lives back.
So we have caved. We're off. To the woods. Detached. Not even next to a road. Next week.
I must confess, I am rather skeptical about potential spider encounters, but my bunny seems to enjoy them as a tasty snack and afterall, they're quiet (aside from the hob-nailed boot wearing monsters that run across floors, that is).

New beginnings

Whooohoooo! Finally, we got to meet Rob today!
He made me drink too much wine, so I made him juggle bunnies.




PS I'm back

Today

I have been sailing. Then I was barbecuing and now, I is drinkininin.

Bunnying about.....

The weather is too crap to even contemplate sailing......