The 13th of November.

I swear, the crochet I am doing at the moment doesn't seem to grow, no matter how many hours I spend doing it. I didn't get any done this morning, because I did a blog post, then I had quite a few cat adoption forms to put on the system. It can get rather tiresome when people haven't filled in the forms properly, or when they have folded them in a stupid way.

After lunch, I did a bit of my jumper, then Mommy went out for a few hours because she took Grandma to fellowship and stayed there, so I was able to work on her present for four episodes of The Walking Dead. It still doesn't feel any bigger. I might have to just hide myself in a room and tell her she can't come in so I get it done! I haven't even started on Christine's or Daddy's.

The 14th of November.

Well, today was fine, until about twenty minutes ago. I'll elaborate when we get there.

Most of the day has been crochet - this morning, my jumper while Victoria Derbyshire talked to various people about whether this potential Brexit deal is any good. It seems that no one is going to vote for it. Shock.

This afternoon, while Mommy was at Grandma's, I worked on her present and watched some more Walking Dead. Didn't get quite as much for today, so my locked room scenario may all become a reality. There is so much to do.

When she came home, we watched the heart operation that was live on Channel 5 last night, and I finished the front of my jumper! However, it was during this that I checked my email and got a bit deflated. I had one from Ste from PALS, and essentially, nothing's going to change. Dr. Blaney wasn't investigating himself, but that's not really important. I can go on the cancellation list to maybe get to see him earlier than February, but that's it. My other concerns have been passed on but no actual action is going to be taken. I honestly feel like giving up on this. They don't want to help.