Cats, sausages and bones for a dog

Still reading Alone in Berlin. My reading time is when I go into bed at night, so it's only 15 pages or so that I can manage every night, actually. It's nice to escape into another world by reading after a long day of working and child-minding.

Anyway, this morning, I noticed that there were another cat using the same spot for sleeping in my garden. Usually it's the black cat, who I mentioned before, but I spotted a black one with bit of white on the face this morning. Looks that my garden is a communal sleeping den for stray cats... Never seen any cats hanging out together, though.

Well, child-minding is not as bad as before. Now my big girl can help me with housework. (Hooray!) And my wee one is 11, so she can look after herself. So, I'm just their cook and banker, really.
Little G is back in our house. I mean, she had been playing with my wee one less often during school days, and she often travels to stay with her dad for a few days during holiday time. So, we were seeing less of her. But she has been in and out of our house this week.
Yesterday she was in our house at lunchtime, so I asked her what she could eat.

"How about this pizza?"
"No."
"Do you like eggs?"
"No."
"Would you like some chips?"
"No."
"How about these sausages?"
"Eww... What are those green bits?" (Savoury pork sausages with herbs. Very yummy.)

She ended up phoning her granny, who lives at the back of my house, for her lunch, because I don't stock up things such as chicken nuggets and fish fingers. There was no bacon in the fridge unfortunately, and no baked beans in the cupboard. My kitchen is becoming British/Irish picky children' hell, you see.

So, yesterday afternoon, I popped in a butcher's to buy some plain pork sausages for Little G. (We prefer other sausages such as pork and leek, beef and sweet chili pork.) Butchers were laughing when I told them why I was buy those "emergency" sausages. And they laughed louder when I later asked them for bones for a dog (= my neighbour's dog who was chewing twigs earlier this week) because I mispronounced and got some words muddled up. They understood what I meant before I finally pronounced the right words in the right order. So, it mustn't have been too bad, but I, too, couldn't help laughing at my stupidity.

By the way, a tall man in gray-ish hair (in his 50?) said "Hello" to me just outside the bakery before I went inside the butcher's shop. I said hello back to him, and he looked and sounded as if he knew me well enough. But I had no idea who he was. Even now I have no idea whatsoever...