tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106928977422765787.post8088395483719398149..comments2023-10-17T13:48:35.281+01:00Comments on Much Malarkey Manor: And Duncan's Horses Did Eat ThemselvesDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14807711320833327920noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106928977422765787.post-90177009946204509812013-12-28T10:15:45.746+00:002013-12-28T10:15:45.746+00:00FBM has indeed grown, CT. She is now 5 months old...FBM has indeed grown, CT. She is now 5 months old and has developed a disproportionately large 'n' fluffsome tail. She stampedes around the house like a small pony and has learned how to play 'fetch' which is either entertaining or annoying depending on your mood to chuck balls of paper around!<br /><br />Jessica, I agree - your brain trying to prevent you waking sounds the height of stupidity in potential life-threatening situations. P'raps humans aren't as evolved as we like to think we are - or p'raps there is some sort of natural selection process occurring and the fact that we do wake up means we are superior people! Now there's a thought!!<br /><br />Hope you two lovely ladies had a good Christmas and didn't suffer too badly in the storms. XxDenisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14807711320833327920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106928977422765787.post-91587013465746019622013-12-27T22:40:48.008+00:002013-12-27T22:40:48.008+00:00I've dreamt before now that the roof was cavin...I've dreamt before now that the roof was caving in, only to wake up and find Mike snoring. And alarm clocks have appeared in all sorts of weird circumstances. Apparently it's your brain trying to save you from waking up. Sounds counterproductive to me, if the ceiling were actually caving in and you stayed asleep you could end up dead. rusty duckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12238493821002258459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106928977422765787.post-24718754363439002702013-12-27T21:23:08.398+00:002013-12-27T21:23:08.398+00:00Cripes, you've had a busy time. I took Pops an...Cripes, you've had a busy time. I took Pops and Ted out for a walk down the lane in the morning of xmas day and we all got hailed on too. Pops (still being rather small all things considered) did not enjoy being hailed on and so would, I suspect, agree with your assessment on that particular form of weathery stuff.<br /><br />Honey is the best thing bar none to slap on burns, for the next time you have a senile moment.<br /><br />And my goodness hasn't FBM grown? She does not look kittenish so much as cattish now. Good job you have both done there, Lord and Lady M :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com