She's obviously working hard and using up all the calories! There's a severe shortage of creme eggs here. Tesco had a woman specially employed by the eggs telling everyone they had run out. How's the other cat?

The White Familiar is invisible. Given that she is white, she shouldn't be (except in the snow). Our nearest neighbour (half a mile away) has seen her a few times, and the food in her shed goes down, but she isn't a visible presence. But she never was a people cat, so a wild life up here suits her well.

If ever anyoe wanted to torture me, force feeding me creme eggs would do it. *shudders*

I totally agree about the creme eggs.

Yuck also to creme eggs . The black familiar is definitely earning her keep BW. Hope you are both ok?

Agree to the yuck where creme eggs are concerned. The black familiar is obviously earning her keep BW. Hope you and Mr BW are ok?

Happy holiday, BW! I've not had a creme egg in a very long time, and only a few candies here from a friend. Mostly too sweet for me, anymore.

Painting a theatre ??? Please tell us more.

Pogo sticks. There's a blast from the past.
Our local fish & chip shop is advertising battered creme eggs...

But is Mr BW getting any hotXbums?

battered creme eggs, hmmm.....

I could happily eat my own body weight in creme eggs and probably have by now. They never get old.

I'm intrigued by the theatre, too. Are you doing a Rowena Cade?

The theatre repainting is a reprise and rehang of a long-ago project. The stars are currently blooming. I will put up a photo of their performance later.

Mr BW still has a new packet of HCBs. He is being very restrained. I can confirm that the only good gluten free HCBs are those sold by the Co-op (thank you D&D); Sainsbury's (all I could get last week) are truly awful, but Warburtons raisin and cinnamon GF bun things are best of all (but none of those to be had anywhere).

At least half of the chocolate is still left. I think Mr BW may be unwell.

My sister had a cat like your black familiar. Only it would leave the bits it didn't eat on the kitchen floor.
They soon learned to come downstairs shod!

There are often spleens (and sometimes other bits of offal) in front of the freezer, which is just beyond the door from the craft room into the workshop/garage. These camouflage into the floor mats and are not pleasant to stand on, even with shoes on.

Some mornings there is a whole (as yet uneaten) bunny against the door, or one step inside it.

There haven't been any bunnies for a couple of days, so we reckon she has now eaten all of the last litter. If she hasn't also killed off the parents, the fun will surely start again shortly...