It's cherry season again and Netto is brimming over with cherries. Mmmm .. lovely, lovely cherries.
My most enjoyable memory of cherries is from way back when I was at school. My friend Charmian and I went on a trip to the Planetarium in London. Outside was a cherry seller and we bought a punnet each. When the lights went down and the show began, we started to eat our cherries. Not wishing to drop the stones on the floor, we just spat them out as far as we could, practising our aim. We got really rather good at it. 'Try that girl over there' one of us would whisper, and the first one to hit her with a stone won. I know, I know. We were only twelve though.
Scaredy has a new favourite place, on top of one of the wardrobes. He changes his favourite place every four or five days.
He takes a big leap up and arrives. When he wants to get down he just aims at the bed and plops onto it.
He has had some amazing favourite places, some really looking most uncomfortable. The airing cupboard was a popular one and so was on top of the boiler. Wonder where Plumpy likes to go.