At least I have hot water

I’m not supposed to be writing this. I’m supposed to be knee deep in mud in Somerset, pint of cider in hand with unwashed hair. Instead I’m lying on my back contemplating a weekend by myself.

I was all set to go to Glastonbury festival, but it was decided that it perhaps wouldn’t best for the recovery of my back injury to spend four days wading through mud and sleeping in a tent, so I sent City Boy off with his friends and a selection of baked goods on Wednesday night.

I’m feeling a little sorry for myself and – I’m not going to pretend I’m at all gracious – I hope it rains all weekend and their tents get flooded.

I’m also feeling a little tired. City Boy thought 3.30am this morning was an ideal opportunity to fill me in on the day’s events, and the kittens thought that me swearing at the phone meant it was morning, and I should get up to feed them. In fairness to them, I do use my phone as an alarm clock, so normally when I curse at it it’s because I have to get out of bed.

They alternated sitting on my head with leaping on my toes for an hour, after which they obviously passed out from hunger, having gone four hours without being fed. Two hours later, at 6.30am, an odd noise woke me...

...thud...

...thud...  

The little bugger had climbed up onto the dresser and was pushing coins off one at a time onto the wooden floor. There was no hope for any more sleep so today I’m surviving on coffee and the promise of a lie in tomorrow.

I’ve finished the horrible work related thing that I’ve been avoiding the last few weeks, so I’m hoping to get some time to finish up a lot of the fun projects that are in various stages of completion.  Having said that, there are changes afoot and I even had an interview at another company on Wednesday. I cannot put down in words how much I loathe interviews. It’s been four years since I last had to do one, so I’m treating Wednesday’s as a practice and vowing to answer their stupid questions with a straight face next time.

“Can you describe, without moving any part of your body, a particular swimming stroke so that we can tell which you’re describing?”  

Kitten Kisses

Thoughts over Breakfast

Yesterday morning I woke up to a knock at the door and that sinking feeling you get when you realise it is in fact much later than (you thought) you had set the alarm for. It was the washing machine repair man, arriving for my 9am – 1pm slot at 9am. That NEVER happens when you actually want it to. I had also intended to do a quick sweep through the house before anyone not living here is allowed in, but obviously didn’t have time, so he must think I’m some crazy woman who opens the door in her dressing gown with matted hair and smeared eyeliner and keeps laundry on the kitchen table and cat biscuits strewn across the floor. Which is true, but I like to pretend otherwise to people I haven’t met before. No wonder he declined my offer of coffee.

In addition, when he asked to use our loo Mia Cat trotted in ahead of him and prostrated herself in front of the toilet. I was going to go and move her, but he was already going through the door and there was a little lost in translation between us so I didn’t say anything, and I thought that he might think it was really weird if I followed him in to the bathroom, so just pretended I hadn’t noticed. I hope he wasn’t one of those people that expect privacy. On the plus side, our washing machine got mended really, really quickly.

This week I’ve got something work-related going on that I really don’t want to be doing, so I’ve been quite productive with non-work-related stuff. I’ve been knitting – hoping to finish this little something before the weekend for my mum’s birthday. Otherwise I may have to actually leave the house for the first time in 3 days and go shopping.

I’ve also been easily distracted by the garden – everything is suddenly growing and I can hardly keep up. We’ve had lots of creepy crawly visitors, which the cats think is fantastic. I got an enormous spider deposited at my feet as a present yesterday.

At the bank holiday we decorated the living room, only a year after we said we would. I’ve got some before and after photos to sort out soon. I can't take too much credit for the hard work - I’m still a little incapacitated, so my role was more that of creative director. I am getting better and I hope that I’m able to shave my own legs some time soon. I think City Boy does too. The good news is that I have codeine.

When I hobble to my physio every few days and she greets me with ‘Hi, how are you?’, I’m not sure whether that’s just polite conversation to which I should reply ‘fine thanks’ and ask after her well being, which seems slightly incongruous given that I’m obviously not fine otherwise I wouldn’t be there, or whether I’m supposed to launch into a list of what exactly hurts that week, which seems premature when I’m not even through the reception.

On a completely unrelated note, an advert for the next season of Dexter just came up - that's very exciting.

Kleptomanicat

Mia Cat has a new favourite toy.

She adores her new bouncy ball and carries it around in her mouth.

We didn't buy it for her.

She found it in someone elses garden and carried it home over the fences.

She stole it from a child.

Quilts and Kittens

I've started planning a new quilt.

And I was so close to finishing the last one. I've made the quilt sandwich and it just needs quilting and binding. I left it neatly folded up in the corner awaiting its turn, where someone discovered it.

What are the odds that I'll be able to keep the paw prints off this next one?