Cleanings

ONN was out there in the rain yesterday - Again - Scrubbing out his hen house - Again - and muttering darkly - Again. But this time He had brought along a bottle of something from which he drank intermittently. By the time he had finished the cleaning he was no longer muttering but humming.

Myself does not know what it is She hurls over the fence every time TYK starts its shouting, but it makes it gurgle and then it stops bellowing. She keeps it in a jug by the back door. (Mental note to go see. Carefully. Would be far beneath My dignity to be heard to gurgle.)

OLAHF is in disgrace: Now it no longer does Topmost Speed with TYK in tow it has had to find other sources of amusement. Yesterday a beautiful butterfly meandered gracefully into My kitchen. Myself was gently admiring it (Character always tells) but OLAHF was after it in no time at all. Sad to say a gentle breeze carried it just out of reach over the kitchen table. Had OLAHF thought to ask, Myself could have told it never to attempt anything energetic on My table. (But even with all its silly papers proving its breeding it still doesn't have much sense and acts on impulse every time.) The cleaning lady polishes that table with much effort every week and the surface is like glass. But unfortunately OLAHF didn't ask. After She had helped OLAHF out of the kitchen She picked up the bits and pieces and rubbed the carpet vigorously. There is still a slight stain this morning.