Anyway, new camera cable in hand, and new home settled into, I am ready to get back on it.
As you might expect Basil and Parsley are delighted with their new abode. Having moved from a 4th floor flat on a busy main road in Hackney to a 2-bed Victorian terrace in backwater Bishop's Stortford, they are definitely feeling the benefits. The main one being... STAIRS!! Best thing ever! They've spent hours chasing up and down them all day (and all night of course), and ambushing each other (and me) from the upstairs landing. Great times.
We also have a wee garden here, though I haven't screwed up the courage to let them outside unsupervised yet. Partly because I am far too maternal towards them and can't shake the idea that something b.a.d will happen to them, partly because we're hoping to buy soon and so move again and I don't want them to start 'homing' here... But mainly, because Basil and Parsley are a pair of absolute idiots and are most likely to try and make friends with everyone and everything they see and get run over within approx. 17 seconds of being let outside. They have had some lovely strolls around with their jackets on though, in which they still look very fetching.
Not much else happening for the boys. They had their first week away from us staying chez Drurys up in Oxfordshire, whilst we had a lovely holiday in Copenhagen. B&P had a wonderful time and (I suspect) ran everyone ragged / kept everyone up all night with their incessant miaowing, but my dear family-in-law are too polite to say so.
Enough rambling, let's cut to the action. No real theme to the pics here, just a selection from the last few months.
More soon, promise.
Our new house... (check the downstairs window)...
Unimpressed by us leaving for work...
Unimpressed by us going on holiday...
I remember when there was room to spare in this bed...
The many faces of Basil...
The three laziest members of the household (yes, the third one is me)...
Parsley helping with the packing...
On holiday in Oxfordshire...
And for no good reason, other than I like it, an Instagram pic of me and a miniature donkey - so cute! Not me, the donkey, obviously...
P.S. Just trotted downstairs mid-blog to put the laundry on (ooh my Friday nights, they're legendary), and witnessed the truly repugnant sight of Basil eating a MASSIVE fly. That was gross. Almost enough to put me off my dinner, if it wasn't stuffed-crust pizza that is (awesome).
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