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Fankil

I haven't posted here for a month or read here much either and the reason is that I have lost a cat, and I was desperately hoping that he would come back, and then I could post to say he had returned. 

But he hasn't. 

He had been in and out of the house with the dogs a few times, just into the fenced area by the garage, and had come back in when I called him.  This time he didn't come back, and I was tired, and it was late, and so I went to bed and assumed he would be waiting for his breakfast in the morning.  I wish now I'd wrapped up and sat outside to wait for him: we hadn't been here long enough for him to know the place. Easy to be wise in hindsight.  We have signs and posters up now, but nobody has seen him: had one dubious report from a street some distance away, but could see nothing when we went over there.

Pp thinks Fankil has chosen to be a feral cat, and has gone away hunting. I hope he's right. I'm not giving up hope, but it's been over three weeks now. 

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THE WALRUS

We went for a short drive today to Tenby, and we SAW A WALRUS.
A WALRUS.
Just chilling on the lifeboat ramp as if he was waiting for fish & chips to be delivered. Thought to be the first walrus recorded in the county ever.
And it was just there. Chilling. Between the two busiest beaches in a tourist town.

This one: https://www.westerntelegraph.co.uk/news/19177858.lovely-pictures-pembrokeshires-wandering-walrus/

My photo was considerably less inspiring since, to my annoyance, I had not brought a proper camera, only my phone. But he was definitely a walrus. This is the main lifeboat slipway in Tenby, which was full of people wandering in the sun on the beaches and eating icecreams. (It was our first day out of lockdown in Wales, so time for socially distanced days out by the sea.)



He was just napping, and occasionally turning over and going back to sleep.

I am astonished. And eternally thankful to a random bloke called Jim who stopped next to us on his way back from seeing the walrus to say to us 'have you seen the walrus?' and give us directions. 
House of Fëanor

Urgh

That feeling when you've removed 9999 rusty flat-head screws (because of course they are flat-head, so harder to get a grip on) and you prod the thing that should now be easy to remove and realise glumly that it must be either nailed or glued.  Probably both.

*shakes fist*

Still, Theo is being very encouraging by watching wide-eyed and occasionally wagging sympathetically when I tell him how difficult it all is.

After some days of fabulous weather, today we have rain and sweeping gusts of wind stirring Milford Haven into small foamy crests. A good day for being indoors, at least!
Car

I have moved!

Yes, in the middle of a pandemic, we moved to a place that we had each visited for a few hours on one occasion. At the moment, the only people with their normal furniture are the dogs. We brought the garden chairs on the grounds that being aluminium and plastic, they are very light so were easy to get in and out of the van Pp hired.  Here he is still sporting his lockdown beard.  He's gone back to Cornwall now, to prepare for the Moving of the Shop. 
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Wonderous Radish

The Flying Frog!

Ages ago I offered a painting in a charity auction.  The winning bidder requested a camping scene from Garth Nix's Old Kingdom books.  I sketched two possible ideas, and the painting below was the result!  Lirael and Sameth by the fire, with Mogget glaring at the Disreputable Dog from a distance, and the boat Finder in the background.

Here are the two sketches:
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Soon may the boilerman come

Well, I hope he will, anyway.  We have an F75 error and the boiler will not boot up, which means no central heating!  It did the same thing yesterday, but that was too high pressure, and I was able to get it to start by bleeding the radiators.  But now although the pressure is only at 2.1, no heat :-(

It's moderately cold, by Cornish standards (around 2 degrees C in the day time and maybe 2 below at night)  so hurray for the gas fire and electric shower to keep us moderately warm until the boilerman come.  I remembered the existence of the immersion heater, having checked my previous boiler posts (I knew this journal had a practical value) and have just turned it on.  With luck this is a minimal level of competence which will avert the Sarcasm of the Boilerman.

We'd probably be comfortably warm if we had got round to getting the back doors properly sealed (draughty!) and if it wasn't windy enough that the catflap keeps flapping, bringing an added chill to the utility room.  I like the new curtains that I bought for the back doors, but I bought them in the summer, forgetting that winter-weight curtains with draught-excluding properties are a boon. Hey ho.

In theory, we get to buy the new house on Monday.  However, the seller of the house that our sellers are moving to has apparently had a tantrum and cancelled her removal company, so who knows. *holds up hands in bafflement as a statement of surrender to the elements* 
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I paint a box

I bought the wooden box unfinished (it's made of pine) and painted it.  It might look a bit better if I had not packed the electric sander away somewhere that I now can't find, but I am still quite pleased with it.  It is painted in burnt umber (because I have a giant pot of that) with bronze and rich gold accents, and then a coat of clear pouring acrylic to make it glossy.  It's painted as a dice, and will be a dice box (the dragon is a big number 1 spot).  I used an inkbrush to paint the dark parts of the dragon-spot, but this was a mistake - I should have sealed the box first before putting ink on it, it ran a bit, but you can't really see it now.
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Probably Ritual

This Stick Man was erected last year in the first wave of enthusiasm during lockdown when lots of people put up banners and flags and so on supporting key workers, particularly NHS workers who might be passing.  This was a bit of an odd outlier from the first, because it's down a very minor lane with very few people passing, but gained popularity because it's on the route of a circular walk from the nearest large village, and the owners of Stick Man left out slices of tree-trunk and encouraged people to pick them up, paint them, then bring them back and hang them on the gate.


After a damp winter, both Stick Man and his votive offerings are now starting to develop all sorts of interesting fungi.
If you know the local story of him, he's benign enough, but I imagine if you are far from home, (as, for example, a visiting NHS ambulance driver might be) and stumble across this randomly by the roadside, he would be rather disturbing :-D 
Trust me

Google sent me an email this morning telling me to change my passwords

It had a long list of passwords that it thought it knew and wanted me to change.

I assume that it got them from some very ancient data dump.  There were a bunch of things on there I'd forgotten I ever had a password to, and of the things that I actually still use, none of the passwords was even close to being up to date.   I wonder why it assumed that I was still using passwords from... idk, probably around 2010, at a guess?  Maybe earlier.