Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Queenie Plays Possum
Poor Old Queenie is so big and so round and so short the only way she can get comfortable is to lie like that. It terrifies me. I’m fine, she says. I’m fine. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. (Expectant mothers hate fussing.) I feel as though I have had my pause button pushed…
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Not Yet,
Daisy said. Just hold your horses, she said. Soon, soon, she said. Sigh, I said. As I brushed her fluffy wintry mane. It is too cold today anyway, she said. Queenie Wineti agreed from the ward next door. Yesterday the wind blew straight out of the NorthEast. Which in New Zealand would be a hot wind…
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Marcel’s Auntie
On the few warm days that we have had so far, Marcel has gone out into his pen within the sheep’s enclosure. Much to my delight he is never alone and it is Minty who is always with him. I thought it would be Mama who would take over grandmotherly duties but it is Auntie…
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Walkabout To Bed
Marmalade Cat spends all her time on the bed in The Coupe. In fact I think she thinks that The Coupe has been built just for her. She is thinking of taking up a career in modeling. Marmalade is developing quite the mouth. I think we are going through A Stage. And yes, you are…
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Hiatus
Yesterday Camera House took a rest day. A hiatus. A break in regular transmitting. And I concentrated on other things. And this morning I am looking forward to another day and another cup of tea, another bowl of coleslaw, another chat with you, another day working in the barn with my animals and maybe just…
The Kitchen's Garden 