Today I wanted to sleep somewhere different and so I found the exact halfway point of dear Ebony’s stairs and stretched out. Readers, I have been to dear, dear Ebony’s house three times this week and even the best of friends need a little time apart at times. So I very generously let Ebony have her own bed, and made do with the staircase. Of course this meant that if anybody wanted to go up or down the stairs they would have to climb over me, but I felt there wasn’t really a safety issue here. I was highly visible.
Really, it’s too much to expect Ebony’s Pack Leaders to have me there day after day. Nobody gives a second thought to what they actually want to spend their days doing – it is just assumed they will share their time with me. I feel this is taking advantage of good neighbours, but then my family are masters of this. Luckily tomorrow it’s dear Pippa’s turn to look after me, which releases Ebony’s family to do something more enjoyable.
It’s been a busy few days here, as usual. Everyone has been at work or school, but today Young Lad had a very exciting school trip. They went to look round a University, for the purpose of inspiring young minds and motivating them to Work Hard and Achieve. Young Lad has told us all about the cafeteria. Nothing else, just the cafeteria.
However, Young Lad hurt his foot playing dodgeball at school yesterday, and then had to walk round a large university campus all day today. Then, Readers, he had to walk all the way home after school! Poor Young Lad is limping and needs to rest his foot – he should not be expected to do all this walking. He will fade away to nothing at this rate.
Dinner tonight has been Quorn chilli with jacket potatoes, sour cream, broccoli and carrots. It smelled quite nice and the plates were pleasingly messy as they went in the dishwasher. There hasn’t been much Quorn used in the last week or so, as Veganuary is going on at the moment and Sainsbury’s have had a big run on vegetarian mince. This made She cross and there was some moaning about jumpingonthebldybandwagon when some of us have been eating Quorn for decades and not just for one month of the year when it’s cool to do so. Thankfully Tesco have stocked up and so our freezer has been replenished.
There is also a chocolate cake in the kitchen, freshly baked last night. Lad and Young Lad both need to eat more ‘proper’ food rather than snacks from the cupboard and by some warped logic, it was felt a home-made chocolate cake is more nutritious than bags of crisps. I fail to see the reasoning behind this, as being ‘home-made’ does not counteract the amount of butter and sugar in the cake. Still, I will enjoy it if anyone drops a crumb or two, and I will enjoy it even more if they leave it too near the edge of the working surface.
I’ve been finding it harder and harder to get up in the mornings, Friends. The ruddy alarm goes off at 6am, and I do make the effort to go downstairs for a quick comfort break and my breakfast, but then it’s straight back up to bed for me. This morning I was back on the warm duvet by 6.23am. Gingercat joined me, and we both had our heads down and were out for the count. In fact I was pretty irritated when She tried to put my collar on me and woke me up by lifting my head.
It may be that the weather is cold and damp, or it may be that I’m getting old but I really do love my sleep.
Tonight I am cuddled up on the sofa with Lad and Young Lad, and a fleecy blanket. They are watching a football match on the telly – Wet Sham again – which means She has been relegated to the study for the evening with its rather uncomfortable chair and NO sofa. I could go and keep her company but it’s much nicer in here.
There is tension in the air this evening as tomorrow the car goes in for its yearly service and MOT. This is likely to costabldyfortune and there is apprehension about what the bill might be. Someone has managed to scrape against pillars in hospital car parks and argue with white vans quite a lot, and our car is in a pretty awful state. Lord only knows what sort of mechanical condition it is in. And so, as every year, there will be a tense day tomorrow waiting for the phone call from the garage to say “your car is ready” and more crucially, “the bill is…” I hate to think what the mood might be like here tomorrow evening, Friends.
I’m glad I don’t have to worry about these things as they are rather tiresome.
Well, Readers, the match is about to start so I must down tools and make sure I snore loudly throughout.
Bye for now,