Off to Paris again on Sunday to watch France v Italy, at the Stade de France. We are leaving at the crack of dawn to get the train in Limoges and coming back very late on Sunday evening. I am really looking forward to it as we haven't been to a rugby match since last September. We used to be season ticket holders for London Irish back in blighty and used to go every other week and scream ourselves hoarse, drink Guinness (compulsory) and sing 'Field of Athenry' at the top of our voices. They didn't always win, but the atmosphere was fantastic.
The only problem we have with going away for a full day is the cats and chooks. Our friend who lives 1 minute away is coming to feed them, and I have been typing an instruction manual for her! I have cut it down to ten pages and OH says I should cut it down further! You see it's not as if has never looked after an animal before - she has dogs, horses, chickens, rabbits and guinea pigs. But, being a true animal lover I molly-coddle mine. Misty and Jemima like to have their food in dishes on the table. After a while Misty likes me to hold her dish for her. Josh likes to be watched whilst eating and you have to tempt him to eat by sniffing the food in his dish and making 'Mmmmm' noises when you put it down for him. Jemima will only eat tuna and dry cat food, Misty likes kitten food in gravy, Rosie and Josh hate gravy and like food in jelly but only fishy varieties! Sounds like I pamper them a bit?!
Guest chickens like a warm breakfast of pasta, leftovers, rice and sunflower seeds. They don't like corn, not keen on blé, and have gone off their pellets. Our chooks wander round the garden but like a handful of rice and pasta.
Luckily she know us well enough to say that she will turn a light on for them and put the TV on in the evening, so they don't get lonely.