Sunday's pickings.......& naughty cats

Hello Campers,
What a fab afternoon it's turned out to be. Blue sky, sunshine & am regretting throwing my sandals in the wheelie bin last week :-(

Some great pickings this morning......runner beans, more courgettes ('Defender' - shall have to grow this variety again, as they've been nicely prolific & generally un-arsey, unlike some I've grown in recent years), another mug of blackberries to add to my tub in the freezer & an unexpected scallop squash. The most exciting 'picking' today was our first two corn-on-the-cobs.

I know, I know, I'd hardly be excited if I'd popped them in my trolley at the supermarket, would I? But this is the first time we've ever tried growing sweetcorn & it seems to have been successful. I'd heard that there is no corn cob better than one which has been picked & thrown straight into a pan of boiling water & it's true! Really sweet & juicy & we're already planning to grow them again next year.
The only downside to today is how tired I feel, thanks to a certain badly-behaved cat. He rocked up at our bedroom door at 5.30 a.m today clawing & chuntering to be let in. You might think that 5.30 a.m isn't all that early, & it's true, I'm often awake by then, but I'd had very little sleep the previous night.........due to the same badly-behaved cat doing 2 prolonged sessions of door-clawing at around 1 a.m & again at 4 a.m. The 4 a.m shift started with standard clawing, then he became more imaginative. He tried shouldering the door - he's a chunky lad, so that produced a loud 'dumf' each time. He scratched at the door itself, then the door frame as he tried to winkle his claws in between & lever it. All methods having failed, he attempted to tunnel underneath........very noisily, adding a range of cross meows into the mix......for about half an hour without stopping. So that's two useless nights' sleep. Fully expecting to be awoken tonight by tapping on the window & he'll be there, having somehow abseiled off the roof on a length of my patio bunting. Naturally he's lying out on the lawn now like butter wouldn't melt, while I'm sitting here like Mrs Eye-bags. Rubbish!
C x