Update

 

I’m sending Weaver the very last note of this one of my favourite pieces by the lisping choir

It’s a cracker

She emailed me an update and she’s weak and rather unwell

She sends her love

If I can catch the bugger , I will send a photo of her namesake later

And here she is 

Beans is under the spare bed

Both kittens have been conspicuous by their ability and need to hide

I’ve given them some space until today then I’ve sought them both out and groomed them with my fingers 

Until they both purred.

I then fed them 

I’ve done that three times today 

And for the first time I’ve heard them perform the zoomies from downstairs 

As Good As It Gets

Kindness abounds
“ Does the fact you have cats now fill the lonely void in your life?”

It was a question in the comments of yesterday’s post.

The slightly wry one ( or as I thought) about Roger’s dimness.

The comment as the one before it was meant to upset.

Loneliness, I can tell you is like grief and in the same way  it kind of hits you in waves when you least expect it. 

It’s only surfaces sporadically, and not always when you are alone and the nearest I can explain it is how Helen Hunt’s waitress Carol explains it in James L Brooks’ As Good As It Gets.

Her performance is sublime, the writing spot on.

Something is up!

 Roger knows something is afoot.

I caught him looking up the stairs yesterday with a quizzical look upon his face. 

I heard a bump, but it was faint and he did too, trying to locate the noise with a tilt of his head.

Undaunted he ran into the garden and woofed, unsure of exactly what he was wooing at 

The kittens have been vocally quiet so far. 

It feels like there is a game of hide and seek going on. 

Earlier, when I was sat on the loo, Roger followed me into the bathroom, searched it ( including my underpants) then put his nose under the spare bedroom door, where he inhaled loudly 

I think the kittens must have held their breath for satisfied he threw himself down the stairs again in a knot of tan uncordinated legs in order to search some more.

Mary is too middle aged to bother with such hysteria.

I never had all this when Albert arrived 

Or did I ?

Study

 

A day in the library then night Shift.

I will add to the post later

Eyes

 

Four little eyes shining from the dark interior of the cat carrier.

Weaver, like her namesake is curious, precise and careful. 

Her younger sibling is shy and smaller and slightly incontinent 

I have kept her original name of Beans as I think it suits her better

They have their own bedroom, which is locked 

I will give it a good 24-48 hours before introductions are made

A Thought

 

Stand and Be Counted

 It’s been a catch up sort of day. I need to start an essay but typically found myself collecting flower show schedules, sorting Show bits and bats out and talking to villagers. 

The exotic Melinka LeVey sadly recalled the death of her poorly dog, the one who had a small pram all to his own, Village Leaders Ian and Helen have just had a holiday and Mr Jones is still finding his wife’s admission to a local nursing home incredibly difficult. 

I spent a long time with him, as he looks so lost 

Jo ( with the three whippets with 11 legs) showed me her latest pencil drawing of an Otter which was a  truly beautiful piece of work and Mrs Trellis told me that she planned to defend a local Muslim centre if any silliness kicked off, on the back of the nationwide reaction to the stabbing of the children in Southport 

Nice one Mrs Trellis…..nice one 

Old Man

 I cannot abide people behaving badly in public

Men can be lumbersome and stupid when drunk but women, can be just as bad in their own way and can infuriate me more by hiding behind their sex.

Last night before getting home, the sanctuary and quiet of an intercity train was broken by joining aviva trails wales. 

It’s like the Wild West.

A large good natured hen party got on the train and the crowded carriage grew loud with squeals and laughter. 

That was mildly annoying but acceptable, it went with the flow but as the hen party separated into two groups, one younger faction joined a load of Irish scouts on the floor of the vestibule next to the loo and outside doors. Sending people wanting to get off in the opposite direction. 

Near our stop , one man in his forties was stopped in his tracks when he tried to get past the party sat on the floor, something I wasn’t having, so I moved past him with a not unfriendly but assertive “Come on  People EVERYONE UP! “

No one moved, and I was faced by twenty pouting lip faces

“ We are getting off EVERYONE UP ! Now !” I repeated 

Somewhat groggily the girls got to their feet but still filled the aisle so no one could get passed 

So like Hattie Jaques in a Carry On film I bellowed “ Everyone to the right” and I led the passengers towards the doors like Moses did with the Israelites out of Egypt

It was was then that the how dare he ‘s ? started

One woman yelled “That rude old man can’t speak to us like that!” 

And Janet suddenly pissed herself laughing as did I ! 

We mouthed “ Old man” together at each other and laughed loudly.

The Scouts and girls started muttering and geared themselves up for a fight, but was wrong footed by our chuckles

By the time we walked onto the platform, we were hysterical in laughter

Janet pointing to me cackling “ You RUDE OLD MAN!”