'Make me a cup of tea', I asked my cat persuasively as I loafed about this morning.
She smiled and told me with her eyes that although she'd love to, a small creature with paws instead of hands could not even begin such a task. It also involved the use of water, a bit of a no-no for all but the swimming cat.
The kitchen is a mess of disconnected clothes drier and shopping yet to be put away, but I still managed to make a mega-load of cheese straws for Paul's birthday party tonight. It's gonna be good, it's gonna be good.
Daniel Takes a Train are playing as well as Helen and the Horns; Gareth, who is a classical pianist (he played on Christmas Queen) will be playing and some others too. I'm going over a bit early to help McSis shove things about in the church hall, with my party clothes in plastic bags. I'm even attempting heels tonight- gold ones!
I ended up making my own cup of tea; thing is, the cat probably would have put the wrong amount of milk in, anyway.