The 12th & 13th; I am in need of vegetables.
The 12th of May. A day of mainly driving so not a great deal to report.
Got up early because we needed to take the kittens to Shaki at the vet at 10:30 as she's taking them to be neutered tomorrow so Simon can pick them up on Saturday. They were very good at travelling, barely made a sound, they just looked at me mournfully through the bars of the cat carrier.
We were supposed to be setting off at twelve, but that went out of the window when Daddy discovered a nail in one of his tyres, so he had to take it to be fixed before we could go anywhere. We finally left the drive just after half past one.
It has been a very uneventful journey. I crocheted three cat legs, listened to nostalgic 90s sunshine music, and I resisted the urge to buy a brownie batter Krispy Kreme at the services. Oh and we saw many tiny baby sheep!
Now I'm sitting on the single bed in the room up all the stairs, and I am going to read Stalker by Lars Kepler until it is time for dinner. I have identified one dish on the menu that I am prepared to eat (everything now involves aspects like "soy sauce meringue" or "mango and alfalfa sprouts"). Breakfast looks more promising - do I choose French toast or buttermilk pancakes?
The 13th of May.
I am in need of vegetables. I have eaten a lot of artery-clogging food today.
I had a much better sleep then I did last time we stayed at this place - I was still warm but I got rid of a layer and slept like a log. I met Mommy and Daddy for breakfast at 9 and I went for the French toast. It was scrumptious. I got a phone call from Shaki after I'd finished, to discuss the kittens' bowel habits. After a lengthy chat about what they've been eating and when certain things have changed, they will now all be staying with us until at least Wednesday when they will hopefully be back to normal.
The weather was glorious, so we packed up the car and had a drive round the Great Orme before going to pick up Taid. When we arrived, he was still having his breakfast so we amused ourselves while he got on with getting ready. He'd changed his mind about the lunch venue because he wasn't enamoured with the service at our original destination, so we went to The Castle in Conwy.
The menu choice was absolutely vast, but I eventually settled on the Saltimbocca sandwich, which was a fried sandwich stuffed with mozzarella, parma ham and sage-infused chicken. So good. Conversation mainly revolved around a grave that we have the deed to and whether we put a stone on it or not. Such excitement.
When we'd finished, Daddy and Taid went to a clock shop because Taid was having an issue with one he'd bought from there, while Mommy and I went to the ice cream parlour across the road. I got two scoops, one salted caramel and one coffee, while Mommy had one of peach ripple. Then we sat on a wall outside in the sunshine and watched all the dogs that walked past.
Back at Taid's, Mommy and I sat quietly in the corner for an hour while Daddy installed our old tv in the place of Taid's. Once he'd plugged it all in, it became apparent that the better screen showed up the dodgy signal Taid gets, and in the end, he decided he wanted his old tv back on which you can't tell that the picture is crap.
Having sorted all that, it had got to quarter to five, and we really had to get going. Three and a half hours later, we are home! Becky has just been round to chat about her new job and other life events, and soon it will be time for bed.
