Forward Operating Base Kitchen

Oh By Jove Michael Gove - 
I say, rather!
     For those of you who have been hiding in a storm drain in Canopa County ever since the giant ants arrived, attacked the city and were wiped out, let me tell you that today marks the commencement of Conrad on leave.
     More appropriately , Conrad-on-leave-looking-after-dog.  Our dog ("Edna") is one of the cleverest dogs there is, yet without Mutually Opposable Digits she cannot open the tins of dog food.  Shall I proceed?

FOB Kitchen
For the holiday duration I can set up on the kitchen table as Callsign 35 Tango Alpha:

ICBM!
(Ice Cream, Books, Methylene-tabletop-cover)

     Of course it takes very little time for the family assets to realise that there is considerable kudos to be won in this arena.

     Kind of.  
     Jenny decides that there is an overwhelming reason for her to sit on my stuff.

Edna then thinks that if she copies the Cyborg Sentry Cat, then she, too, will be favoured with buckets of joy:

No, Edna, no.
NO!

     And then both collaborate to conspire to cover FOB Kitchen:

Really, I ask you!

You May Not Know This -
But cats have a worrying preposition for mauling quill pens.  Jenny began last week by pawing my quill pen, attacking the feather, then chewing the nib, then batting the whole thing across the tabletop.  Shouting "THIRTY FIVE TANGO ALPHA!" didn't help much either.

     This is the only way I can have the quill pen around without her taking chunks from it:

     I feel like a character from a Dickens novel!

Apropos Of That
What does one do with a quill pen?  Why, write, of course.
     I don't write on any old surface.  Oh no.  This is the leather-bound notebook that I won at work, and which deserves nothing less than a quill pen:

     We're getting there, slowly.

Out And About With Edna
I have to boast about this as the weather was so exceptional, meaning it was no bother to take her along Thornham Lane and back again.

     This time last year when we ventured along this lane, the run-off from the hills above created a small stream across the road.  Today - entirely dry!
     Less messy for Edna, yet also less interestimg.
     On the way back we encountered a sign post that smacked of Fairly Desperate:

Rather low key

     You may not be able to read it, but it has "Cask Ales, open fire, dogs welcome".
     It's called the "Tandle Hill Tavern" lest you are curious and is nothing like "The Slaughtered Lamb".

Finally -
Proof that two miniature rascals do eventure tidy and settle: