Finding my feet

Surviving life in the Big Smoke is so much easier...

now that I've found my feet.

Not to mention my ambition to become an Olympic luge champion. Here are some candid shots from my training session.

Afterwards I enjoyed an afternoon tea that was solid gold.

And practiced taking a bow.

Weekend of wonders

This weekend was one of many wonders.
A baby propelling his stroller by telekinesis...

the impact of caffeine on chere maman's personality...


and the feel of grass on virgin toes.

Winter woollies

I was thrilled with the slight drop in temperature this evening as it gave me an excuse to dress in some of my winter finery for my promenade with the jackoodle. Thanks Rowrence of Arabia for the swanky jacket which is a perfect fit!

Okay, so it was still +15, but these woollen booties are just too darned cosy to leave in the cupboard.

Rolling over with Grover

Thanks to my patient tuition, Grover has mastered a few new tricks.
He's already proved a very able sitter, so I felt it was time to show him how to roll over.

First, you have to concentrate.

Then you take off your hat and push off with one arm...

surrender your body to gravity...

and take a deep breath.

Well done Grover!

Sir Edgar of Undercliffe

With my trusty jackoodle by my side, I would like to invite you all on a tour of my new home.

I'm sorry it's taken so long for these photos to make it to the blog, but I choose to draft my blogs longhand.

The best feature of the new house is naturally my room, which is much more spacious than my old room and features some beautiful stained-glass windows...

a sumptuous bed...

and vintage Marimekko hangings.

There is even a special nook for my most treasured posessions.

There is a sunroom where chere maman and the manny while away the weekends.


And a library.

The bathtub is a mosaic wonder.

And the garden shed is quite the stately affair. We are currently in negotiations over whether to use the shed as a home office, mother's retreat, cubby house or kennel.

But given that the jackoodle and I have joined forces, it will most likely become a cubby kennel.

A muster of Medcalfs

I do apologise for the length of time between blogs, but I've been terribly busy socialising. Although I must confess that Grannie and Granddad were very easy to please and it didn't take much to keep them amused.

That is until Nigella monopolised Granddad's attention.

Luckily more of the Medcalf mob descended on Undercliffe to keep me company, including the Manny men.

Uncle Bill made sure that I did 100 situps.

While Uncle Tony prefers the great outdoors.

And Auntie Julie is a stickler for developing core strength.

I also learned that it's just as important to ensure adequate rest after exercising.

Now that everyone has left I'm back to keeping myself amused.