The 25th & 26th; Doesn't stop my brain being an idiot though.

The 25th of August. 

Sunshine? What sunshine?

While the whole country has been out in the gardens of the country, drinking and being delighted about the cricket, I have been inside, hiding in the dark, listening to podcasts about murder. 

Not this morning. I had a Zopiclone last night so I actually had a good sleep, then watched Sunday Brunch while writing up a blog post and painting my nails. James was on, promoting his new book, which I do want to read, but seriously what is the point when all printed text is too small for me to read? 

Immediately after lunch, I went upstairs to give my eyes some dark time. I put on a podcast about the Menendez brothers, and at some point I fell asleep. I'm not sure what that says about me, but it's quite annoying because I lost a chunk of the story. I came back downstairs about half past four to learn that we had just about won the cricket, then went to sit with Brooke for a bit because she hadn't really had much company today. She was much less naughty, although I did still sustain a couple of wounds. She just needs someone to play with, so I hope the people that come tomorrow are a good match for her. 

I'm still feeling crappy. I know that if I lived alone, I would probably be spiralling into some serious eating disordered behaviour because I feel like everything I feel about myself would improve if my jeans fit better but I know intellectually that is not true. It doesn't stop my brain being an idiot though.  

The 26th of August. 

I am so glad today is the last day of hot weather. Last night, someone in our vicinity must have been having a barbecue and I don't know if it was the smoke from that or the light, or a combination of the two, but I ended up having to go upstairs at quarter past eight and sit on my bed with the door, windows and curtains shut because my eye was freaking out. Thank god for podcasts. 

This morning, I did a hair/scalp mask because the bleaching on Saturday was rather stressful for my head, then I stayed in my dark(ish) room until about quarter to twelve, because a lady called Caroline and her two sons were coming to see Brooke at noon. They pulled up outside right on time, and we welcomed them in. The boys are 10 and 12 and haven't had kittens before, so are very excited (the older one particularly so), but their mum explained to them how to behave with her. If they take her, she'll definitely get played with, they just need to know when to give her her own space again, because by the time they left, her tall was getting a bit poofy because she was a bit overwhelmed. I am pretty sure the boys are in love, but they still need to go away and talk it over as a family before they make a decision. 

They left just before one, so then we had lunch, and Mommy went to Grandma's before taking me to the gym at three. I was going to test my theory about it being quieter once the free hour was over and I was definitely right. Well, today anyway. I'll have to test it again on a day that isn't a bank holiday, but I am hopeful. I was able to do everything I wanted, in the order I wanted. Very happy gym time! Except when I was listening to the new Taylor Swift album and Soon You'll Get Better came on. Then I had to try really hard not to cry.