Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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“You’ve strangled me?” I said to the nice man, moving Moaning Mia out of the way with my hip.
“Throttled. Yes Ma’am.” “So.. TonTon I cannot play with your ball from in here! Think about what you are doing! Mia stop that, stop jumping! Wait.” I said to the little man. “Mia, Get OUT of the chook house. I have got to fix this door. Stop that, this is a phone not a toy.…
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This was not my breakfast
Our John reckons that this beer looks like something they might drink in The Hobbit! But I have not been the mad scientist again. If you look closely you will see the tree hut! It was so beautiful and warm yesterday evening that TonTon and the cats and I sat out on the verandah. We…
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When The Cat Won’t Play: on the Farmy
The whole farmy has turned camera shy all of a sudden. Yesterday afternoon TonTon and I took the camera on our rounds, but the sun fell in behind massive clouds, the light dropped and no-one would co-operate. TonTon hoped to see a decent Play Cat-Fight , but even Thing Two was totally lacking in…
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The Drink with the Unpronounceable Name
This is going to sound really weird but stay with me. We made a drink out of milk, vodka and oranges. It is a very old drink. Possibly Eastern European. Possibly made by a very desperate alcoholic who had nothing but vodka, milk and an old orange in the house. And time. But not a…
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How to make Raw Apple Cider Vinegar whilst pretending that this is what you wanted to make all along!
This morning is 9F (minus 12 C). Clear and cruely cold. All the animals are fed and watered and I have opened all the barn doors as the sun is shining. A juxtapostition of the senses that I could not hang in a gallery. It is a stunning, fiercely cold, bright and sunny…
The Kitchen's Garden 