Well, ask me what I’ve been doing this morning?
Off I go to clean the hens out and it’s peaceful in the house. Ten minutes later I come back in to utter chaos! I can see the cats chasing something round the room, patting it to each other as they dash across the floor in front of me (nearly tripping me up in the process!) Their dribbling skills would surpass any top footballer……
It’s a mushroom! Now before you get any ideas about me growing illegal ones i.e. magic mushrooms – let me assure you these were normal everyday get-’em-from-the-corner-shop ones. We tend to put any surplus ones (and here’s a good tip for you) on a wire rack over our little oven that we use only occassionally (just perhaps for cooking the odd flan or so – it’s electic and browns pastry much better than my big gas job). However, I digress………..
There must have been twenty to thirty mushrooms drying out very nicely, thank you very much – until the terrible two discovered them! They were everywhere! Rolling around the floor, in the sink (so much for drying them out!) under the oven, under the fridge freezer (as if toy mice aren’t bad enough!)………..but you no doubt get the picture…………!
They know full well they are NOT allowed on the worktops – hence waiting until my back was turned………..
You know what they say (please don’t groan!)………..’when the cat’s away the mice will play’………(sorry – couldn’t resist that!) They then had the cheek to sneak back up to see if they could find any more………..(That’s Freya on the oven in question…..)
Where have all the mushrooms gone??
Tales from Noddfa 