It was rather splendid last evening, Friends, as Young Lad didn’t much care for the Quorn curry She had painstakingly made – he enjoyed the nutrition-free poppadums and bland rice – but Young Lad isn’t one for any spice regardless of how feeble it is. As a result his plate had loads left on it and in a rare moment of generosity, the leftovers were scraped into my bowl and I was allowed to have them. This was because a) it was Quorn and therefore low fat b) had loads of hidden vegetables in and therefore healthy and c) I’ve been looking very slim lately and it was considered I could afford the calories. I loved the Quorn korma, Readers, and sincerely hope Young Lad doesn’t like more of his dinners.
It’s been a funny old few days. Yesterday I had company for much of the day as She wasn’t working and so we had a long, long walk in the morning up to Top Top Field and then round Lower Top Field for good measure. This worked out at four miles and I was exhausted by the end of it. I could barely drag myself back up the road. Then, what do you know, She put some stale bread out for the Stupid Starlings and so instead of being able to rest, I had to keep running in and out of the back garden to eat the bits they knock off the bird table. This is, in fact, most of it. This really was too much on top of a four mile walk.
Then I tried to get some sleep but oh no, it was bdlycleaning and bldylaundry day so the hoover was going non-stop, the washing machine seemed to be on permanent fast spin and then the tumble dryer joined in. It’s not the electricity bill or the environment that I’m bothered about – it’s the noise when I’m trying to sleep. It’s just so selfish.
I took my revenge by needing a comfort break in the garden at 5.10am this morning. I took my time so that it was 5.20am by the time we got back upstairs and then Gingercat started yowling a lot so it was nearly ten to six before She fell back to sleep. The alarm went off ten minutes later and I was moaned at. I ignored this and stayed asleep on the bed for another hour whilst everyone else got up and stomped round the house in their usual happy early morning mood.
Last night, just before bed, I was pinned down to the floor and Young Lad was instructed to shine a torch down my ears so that they could be cleaned out. It seems they were “disgusting” and Young Lad had to keep the torch still for absolutely ages whilst deep cleaning was undertaken. Young Lad and I were both quite fed up with this after a while. Yesterday I was also trapped in a corner of the kitchen and had flea stuff dropped on the back of my neck – I snapped at She and tried to take her hand off, so I was given a little extra dinner and while I was busy wolfing that down, the rest of the flea stuff was applied. This was irritating and underhand. Gingercat had much the same to put up with, though he is easier to trap and pin down.
So now Gingercat and I are freshly flea-treated and I sense a worming tablet might be coming my way soon too.
Today was wonderful – I went to daycare at dear, dear Pippa’s house! Oh my word, we haven’t seen each other for so long, what with Pippa’s Pack Leader rather selfishly going away for a long weekend. Pippa and I were so excited to see each other and had a marvellous time. On my afternoon walk I rolled in something, but it was nowhere near the level of rolling in something that I undertook with Ebony last week, you’ll be glad to know.
It was a bit strange when I came back home this afternoon – Young Lad was nowhere to be seen, even though he should have been home ages ago. It turns out that Young Lad’s friend had detention, and asked Young Lad and the other friends to all wait for him while he did his hour’s detention so that they could walk home together. This Young Lad and his friends happily agreed to, then they missed a bus and finally they trawled home at 5.20pm which is an hour and a half later than usual. Young Lad has had something of a talking to tonight – there has been no praise of his sense of loyalty to Detention Friend, of course – oh no. Young Lad is now clear that he will not be staying behind when Detention Friend has detention again.
I have been shouted at this evening for running off with a bowl that had contained tinned peaches and ice-cream. Look, Lad had finished with it and put it down, and at this point it becomes my property. Lad has a new habit of leaving half-full bowls of porridge in his bedroom in the mornings, and Lad and I have an understanding that when that bowl goes down on a surface, it becomes mine. This seems quite fair to me.
Well tomorrow is Wednesday which means nobody will be home until silly o’clock. Thankfully I’m off to dear Ebony’s, and I’m sure she hasn’t been glad to have a break from me after I was there for four days last week. Young Lad and Detention Friend will be home first tomorrow afternoon, but it is a tight bldy schedule as always on a Wednesday and they are under strict instructions to pull the curtains, put the lights on, change for football training, feed Gingercat and me, and make themselves some dinner. They will then be collected at 5.45pm for training. I feel this is far too much to ask of Young Lad and Detention Friend and something is bound to go awry. They have already used great foresight and intelligence by saying why don’t they buy chips on the way home from school, thus removing one job from the list. Oh I would so love them to bring chips home, Readers.
Well I don’t know about you but I’m ready for bed.
See you soon,