The 16th & 17th; I am full of sugar.

The 16th of September.  I have to keep reminding myself that today is not Saturday for some reason. It just hasn't felt Saturday-like to me. 

It should have been obvious to me from the start, because I spent the morning in front of Saturday Kitchen. For a lot of it, I was consulting with Emma on her suspected skin GvHD, then writing up a blog post. Couldn't remember if I had to do that or not until I checked. Brain wasn't at home today. 

Then again, it kicked in as we watched Only Connect over lunch, because we got several points outside of our normal remit (missing vowels). Then this afternoon, I did a bit of podcast listening, made a couple of visits to the kittens, and finished off the scarf I started yesterday while catching up on Celebrity Masterchef. Finally, I am free of Lesley Garrett. Quite glad to be rid of the Reverend Kate too, because she was becoming rather infuriating. 

Last night, Hugo remained sat on my lap without being constantly fed treats. This is a major win. Henrietta, however, made me bleed again. 

The 17th of September. 

Right, today is Sunday. Definitely. Woke up mid-Sunday Brunch because it started early, and had just got downstairs when Mommy and Daddy were came back from taking Grandma to church. I had my breakfast, then went back upstairs to make myself presentable for going out, as we were going to Birmingham Independent Festival at Aston Hall. 

They waited for Grandma to call once she was done with coffee, then I was to be ready to go out upon their return. I petted the kittens (got some actual audible purrs from Hugo, yes!), put my boots on and off we went. 

We'd almost arrived, when Mommy realised she'd forgotten the tickets. Thankfully, she was able to forward me the email and we could just show the attachment to get in. Phew!

It was pretty much all outside, and the weather was nice, so we looked around at all the different food stalls, trying to decide what to eat. I played it safe and went for a margherita pizza which was a good choice because it had a really soft, doughy crust, just how I like. I found a place to sit and eat while I waited for my parents to join me, but first I was checked out by a wasp. It decided to fly really close to my face and land on my glasses, then come round and land on my ear, right on the tragus and I started to get genuinely worried that it might sting my face or crawl in my ear. My tactic is usually to stay really still, because if one flails about while in a wheelchair then people think you are having some kind of episode. It eventually flew off, and I was texting Christine about it when it came back and landed on my finger. Fuck's sake. Thankfully, Daddy came along then and it went away for good. 

We ate our lunches, got some coffee from Faculty, then I got a beaver tail from Cake Doctor, which is dough, deep-fried and rolled in cinnamon sugar. So good. There were then craft stalls inside to look at, but they ended up not being really anything we wanted. In fact, there was more food, so I bought a chocolate custard doughnut for later. I am full of sugar.