Ahem. A quiet day

Friday, clearing up after the liveliness of yesterday, and feeling a bit sadder and wiser after feeling overly refreshed yesterday. Lorraine off to her personal trainer. I made off to meet Yvonne for a coffee and a gossip in Pomegranate.

At one point this morning, I called Brian from the kitchen and he didn't respond at all, until I walked out beside him. Lorraine and I did some tests, and it became clear that the poor thing has become deaf. Suddenly some of his behaviours make sense in retrospect. Including when he walks around the house with a catnip fish in his mouth, miaowing trying to find us, and we yell Brian! at him to make him stop. And recently when he was being chattered at by Magpies, he seemed utterly oblivious. Luckily he seems perfectly happy still as far as we can tell. 

Otherwise a pretty chilled day, very hot and sipping mineral water. I wrote poems sitting outside with Lorraine, and then we did some assorted light gardening, and then had what seemed to be a much needed quiet night in.