27/10/2020Taswegian1957

The Borrowers


The Borrowers is a book written by Mary Norton about a family of tiny people who lived in an old house and borrowed everything they needed from humans. I think that The Borrowers live with me now.

Ever since I moved to this house household items have been disappearing. Not things that were lost in the move, things that I had when I got here and now I don’t have.

There was the little plastic gizmo that threaded my measuring cups on. I haven’t seen it for months. Where did it go? It is of no earthly use for anything else.

Then a couple of weeks ago the cork coaster that belongs with my glass coffee maker. I had it when I stored it in the kitchen cupboard. Now it’s gone.

I went to my household basket where I store cleaning cloths and the like. I had a nice Norwex rubber bristled brush. I usually keep it in there. It wasn’t there today.

Where are all these things going. OK I know I can be absent minded. I plead guilty to leaving my watch in my dressing gown pocket for over a week. But these things all belong in the kitchen and two of them belong with specific items. It has to be The Borrowers doesn’t it?

Taswegian1957

I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. My current housemates are Cindy, my 14-year-old Staffy-Lab X dog and Polly the world's most unsociable cat who is seven.

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  2. So this morning my shopping arrived and I had a big bag of self raising flour that had split a little. No probelm because I have special container for each kind of flour. Except, where is the damn thing. Normally when it’s empty it gets washed and put back on the shelf. Hoping it’s downstairs from when Naomi baked the other week otherwise The Borrowers have been at it again.
    I put the damaged bag in my vintage Nally flour container which was fortunately empty.

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