Four Candles
 Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: October 15th, 2009  Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life. 
When I got home tonight Mr TLC told me that he had bought some potatoes and some new green peas. A slight misunderstanding ensued. 
Then I discovered that I had won on the Premium Bonds. Woohoo! No, I’m not a millionnaire, twas only £25 – but what the heck, those peas didn’t look very edible, so we abandoned them and ate out. Such decadence – and it’s only Thursday…
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The real three-legged cat
Welcome! Hi, I'm Lois Lindemann. Welcome to my blog!
This is where I blither on about life, the universe and everything - sometimes even three-legged cats.
I am: a resident of Sheffield (it's been my home town for more than 20 years), a Londoner, a teacher of maths and ICT and a student of French.
I like: cats, Sheffield, walking, doing the pub quiz, maths, cooking, reading, red wine, theatre, weekends in London, cycling, eating out, museums, gardening, going to the cinema, real ale, learning French and spending far too much time online. (My partner, Mr TLC, says this is making me sound like a lonely hearts ad. Oh well.)
Any opinions expressed in this blog are my own, I don't claim to speak for anyone else in education or outside of it. If you disagree, feel free to comment!
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What was on the menu? A potage of prickly pears with pickled plums, and peppered prime possum in a piquant pineapple sauce? Did you go for a “P” before you left?
Thank you for this delightful post! I am espoused to a Brit here in the States and can relate to the misunderstanding. Imagine my surprise when he informs me he will be wearing “car keys” with the new shirt I bought him. Then appears in khakis! I found you due the Three Legged Cat. My sweet Cinnamon is losing a leg to a weird infection and am searching for comfort in this decision.
Sorry to hear about Cinnamon. I remember how worried I felt when my cat lost a leg. Actually he got used to it a lot more quickly than I did.
The first few days are really hard and you’ll be wondering why you went ahead, but it’s surprising how fast cats recover. Mine was dragging dead birds through the cat flap within three months.
Actually I don’t think I’d have minded if his three-leggedness had stopped him from hunting, but he was happy.