As I said yesterday, things were not quite ready for our guests. We had hoped to do a bit of painting, maybe lay carpet and make some curtains. But after a long flight (they came straight here from their visit in Canada) they were exhausted and assured us that, "it's exactly to our liking, just the way it is." They really are the sweetest of guests!
After retiring to the parlor, Toad and Mole invited us in for tea. The ever industrious Ratty had a hankering for some fresh butter on his scones (just like he eats them back home on the river) so he worked tirelessly at the churn so everyone else could chat... What a guy!
Long into the night we were regaled with tales of the travels and trials of these 3 comrades. Toad had us on the edge of our seats while kind Mole lulled us back to safer positions with his quiet manner.
All that churning seemed to take it's toll on Ratty. He was the first to dismiss himself to softer accommodations with Toad and Mole soon following. As for me? I had a hard time falling asleep. I found myself deeply concerned for Mole. He seems to be fanning a secret flame. Someone he left back in Canada... Deborah?
Oh dear, I promised Mole that I wouldn't tell Pom Pom, I hope she's not reading this!