A girl friend is staying with us at the moment. She moved in soon after the horrible Bulldozer left. She brought a very noisy but cute Lorikeet, and an adorable Westie doggy. I am not a bird person, and its constant squawking and screaming grates on my hypersensitive nerves. I have to shut my ears with my palms every time I walk past its cage. It is a beautiful little thing, though.
We’ve been eating. And eating. My friend has been whipping up yummy delights. And I have been reinventing the leftovers too.
Most convivial, even for an Aspie Bunny who really doesn’t like socialising very much. Food always helps make everything more enjoyable, doesn’t it?