A wet weekend

 It has been a wet weekend, and we're not talking about the weather.

Although that has been a bit wet too.

No, what we are referring to is ... 

well, take a look at these two pictures.

Can you tell the difference between them?

No?

We'll give you a clue.

Look at the captions ...

BEFORE

AFTER

Apart from being indoors in one and outside in the other, can you see any difference?

No?

See, it's just as we said.

We told the Madwoman that nobody would notice any difference,

but she ignored us and still went ahead.

Even though we told her that we didn't need a bath.

Now you see it ...

Bunny? What bunny?

Oh, that bunny.

Of course we'd spotted it.

We were just waiting to see if you had too.

Stars of Wonder

 Have we missed the auditions?

Have the roles of the whippets of the Holy Family been filled yet?

What about the whippets belonging to the Three Kings then?

The shepherds whippets?

OK, well what about the angel Gabriel's whippets?

Escaping into the realms of fantasy

Our adventures at the Chiltern Open Air Museum this week:

Lamp Post.
Can mean only one thing:
We're obviously in Narnia now ...
so where's the Turkish Delight?

No sign of any fauns clutching Christmas presents.
Unless you count Nessie.

Didn't spot any beavers either.
Although we did find this molehill.
Archie weed on it.
But it's OK because we don't think it was a Talking Mole.

Eeeeeeek!

No sooner had we recovered from all the excitement of having birthdays

than Halloween was upon us.

We went for our usual Halloween Ghost walk at Chiltern Open Air Museum. 

Fun.

Except for the teddy bear massacre. 

We found that deeply disturbing and no matter how much

the Madwoman coaxed, cajoled and reassured us,

refused to go anywhere near it.

We found the pumpkin that the Madwoman carved ...

and some hard hats pulling faces and making rude hand signals ...

Yeah, definitely a Nazgul. We can tick that off in our
Eye-Spy book of British Wildlife now

And the infamous teddy bear massacre ...

And this is the pumpkin the Madwoman carved for our own front door at home ...

and the stone wippitts all lit up with their lanterns