Well at last we have some long sunny days, Readers, and I am able to sleep contentedly in the sunshine in Ebony’s bed on Ebony’s back patio at Ebony’s house. I was absolutely worn out yesterday from our morning walk, and really wanted to be left undisturbed here for the rest of the day. I don’t know how dear, dear Ebony felt about me being in her bed again, but really that’s not my concern.
I did wake from my slumbers long enough, however, to eat lots of bird seed from underneath the bird feeders, and this is now evident in my comfort breaks in the garden. It just won’t digest, the damned stuff, and Lord knows it gives me wind. Yet still I hoover it up by the shed-load whenever I can. I’m sure it is providing me with very good roughage or something similar, and people should stop moaning about the smell.
She is working ALL WEEK this week which is unbelievably selfish, and so I have been foisted out every day. In another example of self-serving behaviour, dear Pippa’s family have gone on holiday for a week (with Pippa of course) and so they are not able to look after me. There is just no regard to my thoughts or feelings when people make these decisions. But I hope they have a nice time.
There is a strange air of hard work generally in the house this week. Everyone seems to be up slightly earlier in the mornings, Lad is ready for his lift to the station before the train actually departs, and Young Lad is out of the house being dropped at his friend’s house MUCH earlier than he used to be! Then in the evenings there is Quiet Time after tea in which everyone sits down with laptops and their homework and actually all get on with it; no nagging or screeching needed! What on earth is going on, I ask myself? It worries me, this air of serenity.
In fact, so serene has it been tonight that a chocolate cake has been baked as a treat for Young Lad and Lad, a load of washing has been done AND hung out on the line ready to dry tomorrow, the dishwasher has been emptied and Young Lad has researched types of confectionery vending machines for his homework. I have no idea what the purpose of this task is, and what he is meant to learn from comparing barrel design with your average triple canister type, is a mystery. But Young Lad has completed the task and that’s all that matters. I quite like the sound of vending machines and feel someone should design a dog treat version. Perhaps Young Lad will patent one, and make a lot of money.
Readers, you will remember that Lad rescued a hedgehog from a road traffic accident the other evening and that despite his best efforts, the hedgehog died. Well, in addition to all his homework and revision at the weekend, Lad then had to dig a big hole in the garden in which to bury the hedgehog. This wasn’t easy as there are lots of long tree roots and vine type things under the flower beds. Always one to persevere though, Lad finally created a large enough grave and the hedgehog was buried under the Poxy Philadelphus (next to the Ruddy Buddleia). I watched carefully and know exactly which bit to dig up when I feel like it.
The garden had been looking quite nice until tonight when I pulled loads of stuff out of the recycling bags and ripped it up all over the lawn. A garden doesn’t have character and is a little bland without a mosaic of food packaging strewn around. Tonight’s artwork blends cereal boxes with a Flora margarine tub, an empty cat biscuit box and a Pringles tube. I really ought to exhibit in the Tate Modern.
Of course, if more meals were cooked from scratch here there would be less need for all this packaging. Some effort was made last night, to be fair, with a smokeroni cheese, broccoli and carrots, but tonight we are back to freezer products. It’s only two days into the working week for goodness’ sake! How hard can it be to get home from work and cook something unprocessed and nutritious? Yes Lad and Young Lad prefer freezer food but that is hardly the issue. Normally this laziness doesn’t rear its head until Wednesday when it is blamed on bldy football or bldy cricket and a tight bldy schedule, but there was no such excuse tonight. Poor.
And so to tomorrow, Friends, which is indeed Wednesday. The forecast is good so I am hopeful that cricket training will be on, and I can spend the evening walking round the boundary. I will not be impressed if anyone thinks they are going to sit in the clubhouse having a chat. I’ve had enough selfishness for one week.
Golly I’m tired,
See you soon,