Cat in the doghouse
Cat induced sleep deprivation is getting beyond a joke. Even if I boot Calliope from the bedroom, she unflaggingly scratches at the door like a demented poltergeist until I get up, even if this is two hours later. How a kitten can have this monomaniac intensity? Almost as testing is the fact that once she is absolutely satisfied I am unalterably awake, she nips off for a short nap.
After a bit of admin, gardening in the Spring sun this morning, much to the delight of the cat who spent an hour and a half rushing me from all points of the compass. Hard frost may have done in my little tree, and possibly my arum lilies, but time will tell. Otherwise good to see daffodils.
Was late for Steve the Chiropractor, and had a decent cracking. Apparently tension in my shoulders is creeping back, and my lower spine popped like a 21 gun salute, but I slinked home with a spine like a young grass snake, which was nice.
Later I enjoyed speaking to Diane, who told me about her red nose caper.
In the evening up to road to see Anton. Anna is staying with Anton's Mum as Keith is still in hospital. The bairns upstairs and asleep when I got there. Anton has his hands full, and is missing Anna and is worried about Keith.
Anton had cooked us a mighty fine keema curry. We scarfed this and listened to a variety of tunes. Was good to hear John Lennon's song Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite! from Sgt. Pepper. In my mind this is the theme tune to the the Ray Bradbury novel Something wicked this way comes. I love the woozy unreality of it, and that its inspiration was an old poster Lennon saw in a antique shop.
Cat induced sleep deprivation is getting beyond a joke. Even if I boot Calliope from the bedroom, she unflaggingly scratches at the door like a demented poltergeist until I get up, even if this is two hours later. How a kitten can have this monomaniac intensity? Almost as testing is the fact that once she is absolutely satisfied I am unalterably awake, she nips off for a short nap.
After a bit of admin, gardening in the Spring sun this morning, much to the delight of the cat who spent an hour and a half rushing me from all points of the compass. Hard frost may have done in my little tree, and possibly my arum lilies, but time will tell. Otherwise good to see daffodils.
Was late for Steve the Chiropractor, and had a decent cracking. Apparently tension in my shoulders is creeping back, and my lower spine popped like a 21 gun salute, but I slinked home with a spine like a young grass snake, which was nice.
Later I enjoyed speaking to Diane, who told me about her red nose caper.
In the evening up to road to see Anton. Anna is staying with Anton's Mum as Keith is still in hospital. The bairns upstairs and asleep when I got there. Anton has his hands full, and is missing Anna and is worried about Keith.
Anton had cooked us a mighty fine keema curry. We scarfed this and listened to a variety of tunes. Was good to hear John Lennon's song Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite! from Sgt. Pepper. In my mind this is the theme tune to the the Ray Bradbury novel Something wicked this way comes. I love the woozy unreality of it, and that its inspiration was an old poster Lennon saw in a antique shop.
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See you soon, have a lovely time in Guernsey. xx