Tarantula

Stitch and I were first up this morning, after taking him for a walk around the garden I gave him his breakfast then my beloved arrived downstairs and we all sat in the garden taking in the sunshine, breakfast sorted and then it was wood delivery, Angelos had organised for a load of wood to be delivered today which was quite handy as the bags we get from the old lady in Fassouri although large only last two days, so now we have enough for at least 10 days.

Stitch launched himself on the footstool again and was once again stuck on top, although I say launch what he actually appears to do is throw himself at the stool get as far on as his chest then scramble like spiderman the rest of the way up.

This morning I had a phone call with the demonic one who is busy just now with driving lessons, god help the people of Elgin. She has decided that everyone else in the family gets a regal name and she gets the demonic one, henceforth she will be known as Queenie! So Queenie is still waiting for her man to get back from Afghanistan and not too patiently, it doesn't help that his return date has been extended.  My granddaughter was in the kitchen eating sandwiches, obviously losing teeth hasn't stopped her from chomping, but at six years old you kind of have to get used to tooth loss.

We found out this morning that a friend up the road had an incident with a tarantula last night, good lord above there are tarantulas in Cyprus, best I don't get any in the house or my beloved will be off, at home in Turriff I had to remove the spiders in the house as my beloved preferred to kill them, I really can't see me dealing with a tarantula not for love nor my beloved.

We took the pup dog for a walk in the early afternoon and I don't know how this happened but as Toyah would say 'its a mystery', but end up we did in the bar, sitting outside supping on vino and feeding Stitch mixed cheese flavoured bruschetta crisps, now we have a rule in our house that the hound gets no food from the table and so far I have managed to keep on top of my beloved with this rule, but being in the bar wasn't like we were eating dinner so we shared with the pup, and he really rather likes them. I always said I would never have a dog because training would be a nightmare with my beloved and the children because I have very specific rules for dogs, one of which is no food from the table I really can't stand that hangdog look they give you when your eating, second rule no dogs on sofa, and thirdly more importantly no dogs in the bedroom, so far all these rules are being adhered to, well except the bedroom one, as today I took the hound upstairs whilst the wood was being delivered. He just sniffed around the room and the bathroom and didn't find any of it very exciting, oh and I had to carry him upstairs as he hasn't quite figured out the glass stairs.