Also means that there is very little edible left of greens and goodies in the fridge.
I had planned pasta and garlic for dinner today.
Then Dick Lewis, ( he has a great house here on the island but always comes down on his boat, and stays on his boat), anyways he came ashore with some lobsters in hand wanting to know if we wanted them.
I love lobsters but I have never, ever cooked them. Ever!
Thank heavens the lobster was already dead.
Such a shame eating something so colourful and beautiful.
A gifted photographer, wordsmith and her blogs are just so full of life and inspirational photo's. (She has three blogs, she gets an award for each of her blogs).
She also happens to be my neighbour down here on Paradise Island and her blog will provide a solid insight into what it is like living a life outside the standard A4. She is a passionate raw food vegan and shares on her blog some of her awesome food and musings on life.
She has just moved into a new house and this is a blog on how she will decorate it. She is also the girl who introduced me to Marian Keyes books so many years ago and I will forever love her for that! It will be great following her on her new blog and see her house come to life.
Which means we've got power on until 13.00 in the day. Fantastic!
We are living on a mainly Christian Island and they take Easter pretty serious here. You'll find churches in every little village and every Sunday they all go to church. They also re-enact the whole Jesus carrying the cross so I thought I might stumble along to take a few shots. The church is basically just behind our house so I went out through the back gates and found them all dressed up in their gear.
What I didn't know is that they were driven to another part of the village, (it's a long walk), so the last thing I saw was Jesus on the back of a truck talking into a mobile phone....
I've always had a soft spot for animals. Of all kinds. When I was a kid I would put my teddy bear and later on my dog in the pram, instead of the baby dolls that was the norm.
So meet our extended family:
Tott. The Grand Old Dame of the house. Queen of Muck. In Norway we have a saying that goes: "Kjaert barn har mange navn", (a dear child has many names). Couldn't be more true. Tott has been with us for 6 years now. I found what I presume was her mum dead in our back yard and heard little soft miaows coming from our tool shed. Naturally I began feeding the little ones with milk, biscuits, fish anything I could get my hands on and Tott has stayed with us ever since. The Queen. We love her, our neighbours hate her as she is very naughty and jumps easily over the wall to our next doors neighbours kitchen and helps herself to whatever is edible in the kitchen. Being completely black the locals are a little scared of her.
When we returned the year after Tott adopted us she had this little lady next to her and Pjusken is tiny. She is 4 years old now and not bigger than a litre water bottle. Extremely cuddly, thinks she is a dog and can growl on command. (Really). She gets picked on by the other cats purely because she is so little but she is very tough and super sweet.
Tails. 3 years old and still spends most time with us. She was born in my clothing basket, right next to my bed as Tott saw that fit for a birthing bed. I had to throw the clothes I had in that basket away but she was worth every item.
Every year we leave it kills me as I hate spending time apart from these lovely creatures.
Every year when I come back to our Paradise Island I am so excited to see them again. We have finally found someone trustworthy to look after them the months we are gone. Being cats I know they are fully capable of looking after themselves as well.
We spend a little fortune on cat food that we are getting shipped in from Bali and flea collars and worm medicine and it is all worth it.
Our only pain is that we cannot find a veterinarian who can "fix" them so they don't have to get pregnant, so every year we are giving away a whole lot of little kittens to friends and anyone who'll want them really.