Forsooth! A Late Blog Today

Late Finish At Work And More Kitchen Lurk
     To stretch a rhyme ... Conrad not home until nearly 7 o'clock.  Then it was time to finish off Abi's commissioned carrot cake by topping it with cream cheese frosting (couldn't do this yesterday as it has to be absolutely cold).
     Another late finish tomorrow, and the Pub Quiz, and the possibility of having to do the weekly shop Thursday not Friday and O Noes!  the ganterpies at work stood at risk of NO CAKE.

NO CAKE!

Shocking stuff indeed!  So I looked for a recipe that would be quick, decided that yes a cheesecake would be ideal because we have lots of cream cheese, settled on a recipe - and it needed cottage cheese.  So - NO CHEESECAKE.

NO CHEESECAKE!

Calm down, kitteh!  My eye came to rest on a recipe for Chocolate Cheesecake Muffins so I plumped for that.  Messy and fiddly and - I hope the ganterpies appreciate this - I used my new electronic scales to measure out those muffins to the gram.
     What's that?  Photos or they never happened?  Go on then:

One has already been sacrificed to the ever-hungry maw of Darling Daughter

You've Had Weasels, Now For Sea Slugs!
     Hmmm.
     Sea slugs are boring.
     Instead, here's a photo of a surfing cat showing humans how it's done :

Waikiki Beach Desperado

The Engines of Selfish
     Yes, I mean the leafblower.  Apparently invented by Dom Quinto, who is surely spinning at 33 rpm* in the bowels of Hades being basted with lava every hour on the hour and being pecked by rabid chickens inbetween.  Yesterday I witnessed another person using one of these little machineries of spite, blowing leaves off the pavement outside his works building, into the road and onto other properties.
     "They're your problem now," he was thinking (probably, since telepathy hasn't been invented.  Yet), and he doubtless went indoors, tweaked the ends of his moustache and cackled.  Google "leafblower" and be prepared to witness a whole lot of invective directed at leafblowers.

"Come!  Let us watch the torments of the damned - and Dom Quinto, too."

Well, we've had cats and kittens and the bowels of Hell, so perhaps it's time to finish with a cute and cuddly animal.  Er - fingers crossed - Conrad's not so hot on picking "cute and cuddly".  Here goes -

A Bunny!  I think.  If you close one eye and squint from a distance ...

* RPM - revolutions per minute.  Ask your grandparents.