When it was time to go to bed last night we couldn't find Flo....we called and called, NO R.E.S.P.O.N.S.E....on entering our bedroom, the reason for no answer became glaringly obvious....there was a very suspicious lump right at the bottom of the bed...under OUR doona......
Mr lzilulu obviously was feeling very compassionate and suggested we leave her there....surely it wouldn't be too difficult to share the queensize bed with our LITTLE furry friend......W.R.O.N.G.....it soon became very obvious that we were actually sharing HER bed and not, as we thought, her sharing our bed.
The night was rather long....what with various acrobatic manouvres from us both as we tried to accomodate her stretches, fits of laughter (after some fairly colourful adjectives!) when she decided that it was playtime at about 3am......but, being made of strong country stock, we persevered and survived the night.....it is amazing how much room such a tiny bundle can demand take up in such a big bed....
I demanded that she evacuate the bed early this morning so that I could tidy up the repose spot of us three, but, as you can see by the photo she pipped me at the post........
I'm off to freshen up the shed, getting ready for the company of some more fellow fabric fondlers....will get lots of photos today so consider yourselves warned ;>)
Mr lzilulu and a couple of his friends have "gone bush" to pick up an old Fordson tractor......unfortunately it won't be coming to live here with me but nevermind.....perhaps the next one....anyone out there in Blogland have an old Fordson tractor with spud wheels that they no longer have a use for??????
lotsofsloppystuff
lzi xox
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