The 22nd of May. The majority of today has been massively frustrating. Leaving Lyme was going to be a wrench until it started raining, then it was not so hard. I said goodbye to the sea, but God I hope it's not the last time I get to see that view.
We left at about one and drove to Axminster to have lunch at River Cottage Café, where Mommy and I shared the vegetable mezze board. Then I did my mouthwash (a most unpleasant experience when there are actual bits of food in there, ugh) in the car and we set off to come home. There had been a decision made to avoid the motorway because it was going to be a nightmare, but I was not party to this knowledge. Anyway, it resulted in the longest journey home possible.
So everyone was very tired when we got home at gone eight o'clock. Mommy made a risotto, Christine and Daddy unpacked and repacked for Italy, and I stayed out of the way with the cat.
My own bed tonight will be sweet.
The 23rd of May.
Well the first day back home it never super-exciting. I woke up in time ti say goodbye to Daddy and Christine before they went to Italy, but I stayed at home because Anne-Marie was coming to flush my line.
I have seemed to spend a lot of the day giving the cat hugs. I think he has missed us a lot. Poor kitty. Also watched a few things the box recorded while we were away, and I unpacked and tidied my room. Oscar came up there too because he was lonely (Mommy was at Tesco).
My mouth is being problematic because there are ulcers inside my top lip, and the ones on my tongue keep catching on my teeth when I talk, so I'm having to accommodate some sounds which gives me a slight speech impediment. I do hope it gets better soon.
