Sushi Teaching

 I’d booked for a four hour,”Cooking experience” this morning which turned out to be somewhat of a disaster. It was advertised in Llandudno at what I thought was a hotel but turned out to be a small private house in Craig Y Don, and the hostess seemed surprised I had turned up even though I had talked to her partner at length via email and messenger, 

I walked into the dining room to see four unsmiling faces already preparing vegetables to centre sushi or pancakes, and the head of the group, a woman in her twenties reminded the host that she had booked a private session for just her and her friends and non said hello in response to my wave and smile.

The host apologised, when I showed her my booking acceptance on line, but shrugged her shoulders and said she wasn’t expecting me. 

The client talked as though I was invisible and told the host that she “ felt very uncomfortable that a MAN was potentially, going to join her group .

“I am standing in front of you” I reminded her, but the atmosphere was too toxic for me to feel that the teaching could have been in any way acceptable , especially as the four women whispered away amongst themselves.

I walked out, 

Suddenly aware of my sex, just a tad angry and a tiny bit tearful 

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