The 17th & 18th; All the pretty dresses.

 The 17th of May.

It's been a long day. We went to the V&A to see the Christian Dior exhibition for Mommy's birthday, and there is very little to tell! Train there, got delayed by a trespasser on the line at Leighton Buzzard, arrived an hour late but there was a good dog to look at so it was okay. Met Christine and Aunty Hilary at the museum for lunch, although we didn't have much time to eat before our slot for the exhibition. I had a sandwich that I had to remove tomatoes and olives from, then we skipped the queue for the exhibition because I needed the lift. I couldn't read any of the words on the walls, so just looked at all the pretty dresses. There are a lot. I tried my best not to drive into anyone, but one woman I accidentally caught (and immediately apologised to) just turned around and said "Actually it's not the first time you've caught me." which made me feel like shit for a while until I realised that she was a terrible human and her friend was much more reasonable. She's lucky I didn't park on her foot.

When we'd finished the exhibition, we met back up with Daddy and Hilary (he didn't really care about the pretty dresses) and had some coffee and cake.

Cab back to Euston and home we went! Toast, wave at the kitties, bed. So tired.

The 18th of May.

This evening I am even more tired because I had an utterly dreadful night. Barely any sleep, lots of tossing and turning. No reason, just body didn't want to sleep.

Therefore, I have done very little today. Scribbled a bit about yesterday, sat with the kittens, watched Lucifer. One of them is very licky - my fingers, my jumper, whatever is there. I had a phone call from Deb about two potential adopters, both of whom live really nearby so I hope they are nice people. One of them is coming on Monday and I haven't heard back from the other yet. I have to work out which ones might be the best to go on their own as they only want one each; one boy and one girl.

I want to go to bed so much. This is the worst night for Eurovision. Perhaps I won't stay up to watch the results come in and just find out how close to last we come in the morning.