It was Suzy's birthday today so we went out for lunch at the Christmas Hills Raspberry Farm Cafe. I had already decided on my second course so I opted for a very light first course (soup). My chosen dessert was a Croffle:


The Persian Fairy Floss had me stumped but it turned out to be a slightly lighter version of the usual candy floss. And yes, I had the caramelised banana with it and happily paid $28 for a dessert. The verdict? Well, it was quite nice and I finished it all, but croissant dough is meant to be fluffy and airy, not compressed in a waffle iron. I think it would have been better to have normal waffle mix and offset it with more berries (one raspberry and two strawberry quarters were a pitiful offering). Still, it was a lovely day and a nice outing.
We had a mini disaster last night -- we had heard an odd thump during the evening followed by one of the cats running down the hall and thought nothing of it. About an hour later Suzy went to the bathroom and discovered it had turned into a sauna. Apparently one of the cats had managed to jump on the hot water tap for the bath, which wouldn't ordinarily have been terrible but the bath is covered in a board to allow for litter trays and access to the cat flap in the window, so the water had accumulated and then spilled over. We usually have blocks under the taps to prevent this but they have disappeared. Very luckily for us the water had only just started to seep under the bathroom door, so the hardwood floor is undamaged. The bathroom floor is thin hybrid vinyl that should never be used in a wet area and we were going to replace it anyway, so I'm not really fussed about that.
Fixing the immediate damage took most of our stock of bath towels. We put the exhaust fan on and ran it all night, so everything is surface dry now, but I suspect that there was some seepage into the walls and floor. It only has to last another year or two, though, since it will be gutted and renovated once we have the extension built. And of course, now we have three loads of towels to wash.
I was very sad to read this morning that
Tom Lehrer died on Saturday, at the grand old age of 97. I grew up with his songs (and those of Flanders and Swann) and I still kick myself that I never got the box set in the early aughts. However, I find that he most generously gave all his works into
the public domain a few years ago so I can download them and enjoy them all over again. I've never been able to pick a favourite. If absolutely forced, I might say
The Vatican Rag just because it's so catchy, but they are all good.
To finish, here is a photo of Verya from a couple of nights back when she was curled up with her favourite toy:

And here is one of Venus from this evening. Her tail is getting fluffier by the week.
