The 2nd & 3rd; My body is fighting with me.
The 2nd of June. Bleugh. I am tired and we are going out tonight and my back fucking kills today.
It took me ages to get to sleep for no apparent reason, then I couldn't lie in because a lady was coming to see Dot at half ten and I couldn't appear to have just rolled out of bed. I had breakfast and typed up a blog post, before Pauline arrived very promptly and we went to see the floofs.
She has met them before, as her daughter-in-law works at the cattery where they were born, so she actually know their history better than we do! It seems Dolly was a stray and got a boyfriend, this absolute unit of a tom called Billy, and he started bringing her to the cattery to show her where she could get food. How precious?! Pauline knew she wanted Dot from day one, and she understands how nervous she is and what she needs in a home, so we're happy for Dot to go and live with her.
She was here about an hour and a half, so there wasn't really any morning left then. I've spent my afternoon watching some tennis while crocheting, listening to Friends with Friends, and shuffling around the floor, following Dolly, trying to get her to settle down for a stroking session. She is my Everest.
The 3rd of June.
My body is fighting with me today. It is exhausted and it hurts.
I forgot to say yesterday that it was Bill Bailey we were out seeing last night. He finished late, and my back was already awful, so those things compounded mean today has been pretty dire.
All morning, I was sleepy. Not a normal amount of sleepiness, an excessive amount, so much so that even during my coffee I was thinking about having a nap this afternoon. My activity has been limited to crochet, just going back and forth doing the collar of this cardigan. I now have three rows left, then I have to attach the sleeves and weave in the ends and it will be done! Probably tomorrow.
After lunch, I went upstairs for Gardener's Question Time, a lie down to rest my back, and an attempt at a nap. I know I was awake for the first twenty minutes, but once I'd turned on to my side, I'm fairly certain I was only semi-conscious. It made me feel slightly better.
I got Dolly to purr! I'm sure it was her this time. We were having Dreamies and the kittens were trying to get in the way, but I was stroking her and scratching her ears and she definitely purred. Maybe when the kittens are gone, things will get better.