After walking the dogs, I slept heavily until 3pm
I must have needed the sleep , for I woke cuddling Albert which never happens when we are both conscious.
Subsequently I’m on catch up.
The place looks like Coventry after the bombing.
Having a new puppy is like having a toddler without a nappy and this compounded with night shifts mean than the cottage looks, well rather grubby.
I drove to Sainsbury’s listening to the seven minute Last Resort by The Eagles
And sang it all the way through.
I bought healthy
Mozzarella, Basil, huge organic tomatoes and a small Italian ciabatta.
Chic Eleanor caught me by the fruit aisle and peered into my trolley
“ Fa Venice l’acquolina in bocca” she purred
She’s taught me that phrase before.
I came home and made proper coffee in the Moka pot.
I gave each one of the dogs a pigs ear ( Dorothy always has two as her mouth is bigger) so I’ve got, I reckon a good 15 minutes piece until they start demanding again.
I pour my coffee and sit at the table
I need a few minutes to write my blog and chill.
I note I have written several syringe driver readings on my hand in pen
You can always tell a hospice nurse when you see them, written above the glove line.
There’s a Trelawnyd Community Association meeting at 5.30 and because of the brief rain we had everything feels humid and sticky.
I need a shower too
But not before coffee and kitchen table time.
Dorothy kicks the cat flap in a diva anger strop and I let her in.
Villager Jim is standing outside the cottage on two sticks
I haven’t seen him since before lockdown.
He wasn’t well then
We chatted for a while
“ Apparantly I have early onset Alzheimer’s John” he told me
“ You remembered my name after three years” I reminded him
“ Oh yes I did” he said rather pleased with himself.
Roger threw up his pigs ear onto the patio and Dorothy gleefully sucked it up.
I took my coffee and ipad into the living room, pigs ear smell is revolting
Winifred’s Rubber chicken lies forlorn on the carpet.
And from the kitchen I can hear Mary chasing Roger outside in order to bark a welcome to another passerby…Dorothy joins in because she feels she should
Nothing is still except the chicken
I may light the log burner tonight
