A tale of babysitting Bushbabe's beautiful offspring - and other naughty critters...
Last weekend, while Bush Babe was busy getting mucky with weaners, I had the joy of some quiet time with her children, a Blues Clues DVD (with Steve, the original host) and her plastics drawer. I am a terror on other peoples plastics drawers, having an OCD complex about lids requiring containers, and containers requiring lids. My family know this little foible, and tend to indulge me with access to their stash when I feel the mood come upon me.
After some intense plastics stacking, I noticed that the background of tuneful ditties had been replaced by - silence.
Fearing that the children had escaped the clutches of solving Blues conundrums, I went to investigate.
Not only were the children not glued to the tube, they were also not downstairs where the puppies resided - and NOR WERE THE PUPPIES...
Oh goodness - five of the cutest things at Granite Glen, and they were all missing AT THE SAME TIME and ON MY WATCH!!!
"Dash!! Little Woman!! Puppies!!" I hollered.
"Here, Jeanie" was the immediate response, and from just around the corner I found the first clue...
She did ask her auntie not to tell Mummy, so I haven't told her - didn't promise I wouldn't blog though.
Ah, the wonders of blog anonymity!!!