Mad Irene gave us a fright yesterday evening by jumping onto the barbecue! Luckily she landed on the rim of the bowl ..............
........ which only gets slightly warm, and didn’t try to join the lamb steaks which were cooking nicely in the middle.
She’d seen me bring a dish of lovely, home-grown new potatoes down to the garden and had already done a spectacular bounce to try to get at them. When I sat down, she jumped on my lap to see if I’d got them up my T-shirt. When that failed, she thought she’d look on the barbecue to see if I’d hidden them there.
It’s no wonder I’m going grey!