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Home and Away

At the end of October, Carl and I went on our second halloween holiday to a decidedly goth-filled Whitby (#holigoth) whilst Midge kindly looked after our flat and cat Samson (#cityliving2). Here are the results…

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Notes From Midge

Notes From Jo by Keith Arnatt

Notes From Jo by Keith Arnatt

I’ve always liked this note left by photographer Keith Arnatt’s long-suffering wife Jo, which made up the Notes From Jo collection. So was I was delighted to come home from a recent holiday in Bulgaria to find something similar left by Midge, who had been house and cat sitting for Carl and I whilst we were away.

Note from Midge

Note from Midge

Midge has a way of putting things which never fail to make me smile, especially on twitter. His imaginative hashtags make for some great narratives – whilst Carl and I were away we followed his #citylivin adventures in our apartment with glee and his more recent #paulinespens updates of a ridiculously soul-destroying Jobseekers Plus ‘Fast Track to Employment’ course with a mixture of anger and amusement.

@Midge_UK: 'No birds fly here, Stallag 13 #paulinesPens'

@Midge_UK: 'No birds fly here, Stallag 13 #paulinesPens'

He followed these tweets up with an insightful blog post on the whole experience, which I wish I could force Iain Duncan Smith to sit down and read.

If you’re on twitter make sure you follow Midge for his brilliant way of punking things up. And ladies – word on the street is he’s single. Form an orderly queue, please.

 

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RIP Flosscat

Flosscat

Flosscat very sadly died this morning aged fourteen years, after suffering from an aggressive, reoccurring mammary cancer for quite a while, which I’m told is quite common in female cats of her age. Very many thanks to Fivelands Vets in Moseley who handled both her illness and death brilliantly.

It’s made me reflect on her life, from when I got her as a feral little furball to her growing into a very big (she liked her food) and very loud and affectionate bundle of love.  Midge has captured her motor-like purr for posterity:

Floss liked eating, sleeping, licking human hands, catnip, having her fur brushed and lying on laps purring.  She disliked milk, ear drops, going outside, the vacuum cleaner and wearing a cone.  She led a largely quiet life but enjoyed a spell of hyperlocal fame as the face of the DiGpuss Shop.

I will miss Floss. She brought me much enjoyment, comfort and love over her fourteen years and I can only hope I repaid her in kind.  Rest In Peace.

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A whole lotta cheese

Well the great cheese Birthday party for Sas and I happened and what a fab night it was.  Many thanks to everyone who came and to Pete Ashton for taking a great set of photos whilst there. Even more thanks to those who brought some cheese to share – I know I asked you to, but I was truly flabbergasted by the amount of cheese that ended up on the big dining room table-come-cheeseboard.

Just some of the cheese at the party

Just some of the cheese at the party

There was cheese of all shapes and sizes – from Midge?s Dairylea triangles to Michael Grimes’ gorgeous Gruyere, from soft to hard, from yellow to blue. As the night drew on and people started leaving I made them take big blocks of cheese home with them, party-bag style, but despite this party-host Carl still ended up with a fridge full to bursting with cheese, which we have been trying to gobble our way through since.

The Gruyere from Michael Grimes was well flavoursome

The Gruyere from Michael Grimes was well flavoursome

Every meal was either cheese based or garnished with a heavy sprinkling of grated cheese. Snacktimes consisted of cheese and crackers. Breaking point came when Carl suggested a night-time snack of cheese on toast. I put the bread under the grill and took out the last piece of leftover Birthday party cheese – an unopened block of strange looking yellow-greeney-blue stuff. As I started slicing it, the cheese just seemed to crumble up. Thinking ?sod it, it needs using up anyhow? I put the whole lot onto the four slices of toast.

Lots of very smelly cheese on toast

Lots of very smelly cheese on toast

I was of the opinion that more is more with cheese but it seems I was wrong – this cheese tasted and smelled like fungal feet and my overly generous helpings did the toast no favours. We only got about halfway through our first slice before chucking the rest away. I never thought I?d be glad to see the back of a fridge full of cheese, but I?m very thankful that was the last of it.

Some of our preserves and pickles

Some of our preserves and pickles

Now Carl and I now find ourselves facing a new challenge – although all of the cheese has gone there?s still plenty of pickles, preserves and other cheese accompaniments people kindly brought along to the party. Thankfully these have a much later use-by date than the cheese did, so there?s no need to gorge on them, but I?m enjoying snacking on pickled gherkins and onions, and starting the day with some gorgeous Raspberry Preserve with Amaretto on my morning crumpets (thanks Nikki Pugh). Nom.

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