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The 21st & 22nd; Birthday!

January 23, 2017 — 4 Comments

The 21st of January. 

Birthday! Had to get up super early which I didn’t love but it was for a good reason. I had a pain au chocolat for breakfast, then opened some of my presents. I got a box of macarons from Macarons & More from Grandma, a book token and a big journal from the Hudsons, a cheque from Taid, and some Moomin paraphernalia from Mommy and Daddy – a t-shirt, a notepad and pencil, and a wooden Little My that I need to assemble.

Our train to London was at 10:10, so we set off shortly after breakfast, and we were taken to the train by a woman with a very laissez-faire attitude which I did not care for. I also didn’t like being in coach A because it means I can’t really talk to the people I’m travelling with, but there was at least a fun baby who smiled at me when I made faces at her. 

We didn’t have time to wait for the Euston team to turn up, so got the chair off the train and went to get a cab to the South Bank, where we met up with Christine. We then went on a twenty minute trek in the cold to Where the Pancakes Are, but their misleading website said they would have some free tables for walk-ins, but there was nothing, so I told the woman she had ruined my birthday and left feeling very disappointed. 

Very nearby was a Caravan restaurant where they had many tasty dishes available and nice coffee, so then I was greatly cheered. I had a flat white, then smoked salmon and scrambled eggs on toast with a mimosa. Christine gave me my presents which were two Harrods cronuts (salted caramel and Speculoos and the zebra one), then Daddy had a pudding and I had more coffee. 

We got a taxi back to the South Bank because I couldn’t bear to get that cold again, then we had an hour to kill in the Royal Festival Hall before our Moomins exhibition tour. I went to the shop and bought a little stuffed Moomin and a bowl. 

The tour was lots of fun and very informative – it’s narrated by Sandi Toksvig, along with the tour guide, which was a lovely surprise, and there were lots of original illustrations and stuff that I would never have seen otherwise. I also really liked that they didn’t just gloss over the fact that she was gay and are teaching the children going on this tour that it’s okay and not something to be ashamed of. I think we need to be reminding kids that whatever they are is okay at the moment. The only bad bit was that it was not easy in the wheelchair – we actually had to collapse it and I did a lot of crouching in each room. It would be fine in a manual one with big wheels but the spaces are too small and the floor too uneven for anything else. We coped, but other people might not. The tour guide was very helpful and apologetic, and she promised to feed it back. 

Our next stop was Konditor & Cook to pick up my birthday cake, then we headed to the BFI for hot beverages and a rest before we had to go back to Euston. I had a hot chocolate, and did a lot of coughing which worried me but I think it was just because of the temperature change between there and outside. 

We saw many people who’d been to the Women’s March, which I would have loved to have gone to, but if I had, I would have definitely got ill. It was so cold today, I couldn’t have coped, even in a mass of people. Wonderful, but not sensible for me. 

When it was time, we said goodbye to Christine, then back to Euston. I got some Pom Bears and New Scientist, and when we got home, it was time for cake!

The 22nd of January. 

So tired today. I had a really bad night, not getting to sleep until past one, which is way too late for me. I got up at half past nine, put on some very warm clothes and settled in to spend my morning writing about yesterday. 

This afternoon, I was about to start writing the post I would have done yesterday, but then Alison came over with my birthday presents (more wool and flowers) and there was some catching up to do. Becky is full of lurgy so can’t come round herself, so we got all her news by proxy. It sounds like the cold Grandma’s got and I do not want either of their germs. 

We put the flowers she brought me in a vase, and I was able to finish my writing, which didn’t take long. Tomorrow won’t be so quick as there was a lot to say about my birthday. Then I got to work on otter number 2. I’ve made everything except his ears and snout, so I’ll get him finished this evening. When I’m done, it’ll be an early night. I need a big sleep. 

The 24th of November. 

Another early start, but I can sleep in tomorrow. To combat my tiredness, I had three coffees before lunchtime, but that means I am very yawny now. 

The food show didn’t open until ten, when normally it starts at half nine, so when we arrived, everybody was still queuing to get in. I managed to get through the crowd, avoiding the stand where they were selling show guides, and chose to instead drive up and down all the aisles and see where I wanted to purchase things from. I stopped at Fudge Kitchen, because once it gets busy they’re impossible to get to, so I bought some drinking fudge and we had a lovely chat about GameBoys and hen dos. I went round all the drinks but bought none because I don’t want vodka that tastes like toffee. Bleah. I did as I always do, buying four brownies and a corker from The Brownie Bar, and at Gower Cottage I got a brownie, plus jars of brownie and blondie butter. Very excited about them. I also got a muffin from the Merangz people (disappointing) and a BBQ pork sausage roll for lunch. There was a stand of vegan chocolates and it was nice chocolate (I tried some) so I bought some for Lauren, and then I was pretty much done! We were home by half one. 

This afternoon, I had some more CP admin to do (apparently there is not normally so much back and forth with people but I have really been thrown in at the deep end) and now I am waiting for a lady and her daughter to come and see Ava and Amira. Hoping they can get through the Boldmere Christmas Extravaganza traffic. 

The 25th of November. 

One kitten down, two to go. I’m taking the gap between adoptions to do this. 

I got to sleep in until a vastly preferable nine o’clock this morning, and I was glad I didn’t have to do any blog typing up because I had to fill in all the paperwork for this evening’s adoptions. Three lots of PetPlan forms takes time. Plus I managed to buy a couple of Black Friday sale items for Christmas. Well, one thing for a present, one thing for me. I have not been an organised as usual – need to get going. 

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. It’s alright. I mean it’s very well made and all looks impressive, but the story is crap. So thin. The amount of non-white characters can be counted on one hand. I don’t know why Johnny Depp was there. How they can stretch this out into five films I have no fucking clue. 

We got home with about ten minutes to spare before Stephen came for Archie. He was very good about getting into the carrier (Archie, not Stephen) and I really think he will be happy in his new home. He will be loved a lot

I think I will be most sad to say goodbye to Ava. She is just lovely and I love her. I must not cry. 

The 4th of November. 

I have taken to watching It Takes Two instead of the news because the real world is so depressing and awful. I would rather escape into the glitter. I cannot wait for the 9th of November. I just hope America don’t sentence the world to nuclear war. 

I spent my morning being invisible in the living room as Ed the financial advisor was here. I don’t know why, I was not listening, I just nod along when these things are explained to me. I just sat and crocheted Xaver and wrote up a blog post (which I nearly forgot about again). 

This afternoon, Daddy and I went to see Nocturnal Animals. It is really an excellent piece of work. The opening is shocking and brilliant, I loved it. Jake Gyllenhaal still as splendid (and handsome) as always, Amy Adams is fantastic, especially when she’s not speaking. That sounds bad, but I just mean that she can express so much in her face, she doesn’t need to talk. Aaron Taylor-Johnson is absolutely horrible (in his character) and just yes, one of the best films I have seen in a long time. 

The 5th of November. 

Up way too early for a Saturday morning, but it was necessary if we wanted to be at the NEC for half past nine. Mommy, Becky, Alison and I went to the Crafts for Christmas/Cake International Show. When we arrived, people were queueing to get in, so I took my ticket and went to get a festive caffeinated beverage before braving the crowds. 

To be honest, the craft bit was not all that inspiring. I bought a couple of balls of wool, and a unicorn kit from Toft, where I had a very nice conversation with the girl who was working there. That was it, really. I spent the majority of my time in the cake show. The Brownie Bar were there, so I bought four from them (Rich Chocolate, Triple Chocolate, Nutella and Oreo), and later on I saw another place selling all sorts of things I would’ve happily feasted upon, but I settled on just a gingerbread man and a cookie (which are enormous). 

The best thing was the cake competition – frankly unbelievable. There was a Dobby made of cake, a life-size ballerina, loads of owls, a huge BFG holding Sophie, lots of animals and people, and the most amazing sugar flowers. 

Finally, I met back up with the others, and we came home to have lunch because it had been many hours since breakfast. This afternoon I had a lovely crafty time finishing Xaver (minus his baubles) and I finally got round to watching The Outcast Comic, the documentary about Andrew Lawrencce which was really interesting. Waiting to see what he does now. 

The 25th of October. 

Another very strange dream last night in which I was trying to decide whether or not to shoot myself in the head. It wasn’t going to kill me, just “reset” me in some way, but I had to get it right or it wouldn’t work and I’d just end up brain damaged. Why am I like this?

This morning, I finished off all the parts of the thing I’ve been making and put it all together. It looks so good! I just have to wait until Christmas to show it to anybody. Oh, the pains of being organised. I still have to come up with and make two more presents though so I do need the time. 

After lunch I started on a hat using the Christmassy wool I bought which I will be able to let people see, although admittedly I won’t be able to wear it until at least November. Frankly I’m just waiting for an excuse to make my Christmas playlist. The festive food magazines have already started arriving but I have yet to peruse them for recipes. 

At 3, Shari came round again to see Alfie and Angelica. They were not particularly into the idea of sitting on her lap, but that’s normal – they’ll get there. Both of them sit still with me very happily, so it’s just going to take time. She stayed for about an hour, and we had a good chat. She’s very excited, having been wanting kittens since she was a kid, and now she’s living in her own place, she can have them! I bet she can’t wait for the weekend to come. 

The 26th of October. 

Today has not gone as planned but maybe that’s in my favour. 

This morning, I mostly sat in front of the tv, working on my Christmas hat. That is actually how I spent my afternoon too, although it wasn’t supposed to be. The lady who’s adopting Ava and Amira was supposed to be coming to see them with her daughter and grandchildren, but she never turned up.  I realised that she didn’t know what number I live at, and I rang her but she didn’t answer, so I left a message. They have my phone number, so I thought her daughter might ring but that didn’t happen, and I’ve still heard nothing. She goes on holiday tomorrow, so I might see if Sheila has the daughter’s number and try to find out what happened. 

Them not coming meant that I could finish off the hat (it’s very cute) and we made a special cake for the final episode of Bake Off. I don’t want it to start because then it’ll be over! But we will be having cinnamon chocolate chip cake which will be amazing. I did hurt my hand chopping all the chocolate but I think it will be worth it. 

The 11th of October. 

This is probably going to be a pretty short entry because I spent the majority of my day in Black Sheep. I woke up at nine after a crappy night’s sleep, had breakfast and wrote up a blog post before going to see James and Michaela at quarter to twelve. 

I sat in the chair and we had chats, but in the end we came to the conclusion that we didn’t know how it would come out at the end, we’d just try to lighten it as much as possible. I told him about Christine’s birthday and the new kittens. Then I did lots of waiting for the bleach to do its job (trying not to scratch where it itched), then the toner and the rinsing. Eventually I got to Michaela and she evened out my length so it’s nice and short again and I don’t have to add masses of product anymore. 

By the time I got home it was nearly half past three so I just had a tiny lunch. I went to say hi to the kittens and Amira actually came over to look at me, she even smelled me and didn’t run away so that’s progress!

I even fitted in some crocheting, enough to make my eyes start to hurt. Bloody tiny hook.

The 12th of October. 

God I hate this stupid back pain. The entirety of my lower back is just full of this kind of buzzing ache, I don’t know how else to describe it. I was at the chiro this morning and we talked about it and she thinks because of my history, hopefully I might get a more senior physio. Right now I’d just like an appointment! Maybe I’ll ask Dr. Thompson next week if he can see anything in the system. I can but hope!

After lunch, I went to the gym. I had plans to see someone tomorrow but now she has to work, but I didn’t expect another chance to go this week. Anyway, there I was. I got through all my machines, then did some passive-aggressive staring until a mat became free. Then some girls tried it on me but I am immovable. 

I am very pleased to be home for Bake Off tonight. I’m missing it again next week because I’m out at The Glee (and then again on the Friday). There are so few episodes left! I think I will actually cry when it finishes. 

The 9th of October. 

I don’t know how to start this entry. I don’t know why; nothing unusual to say, just not feeling particularly inspired. 

This morning, I wrote up a blog post while watching Sunday Brunch. Not supremely productive, I’m sure you’ll agree. So this afternoon, while Mommy and Daddy went to look at a new car, I went to the gym. The car was in Loughborough, so I really had no option but to stay at the gym until they got back. Thankfully that gave me plenty of time to listen to A Seat At The Table in its entirety. Such a lovely album, so perfect for a Sunday. I didn’t even see Vlad, so I didn’t have to avoid him. I did see Sweaty Boy, who I haven’t seen since I’ve been back. Still as sweaty as ever. It’s almost impressive. 

I managed to finish with spectacular timing, as Mommy texted to let me know they’d arrived just as I was coming out of the changing room. It sounds like we will be getting this car – why we need a new one, I don’t know. I just nod along.

I have petted the kittens a bit since getting back. I even stroked Angelica, although I only managed it because she wasn’t looking. As soon as she realised I was touching her, she tried to get away. Unfortunately, she was already in the corner so there was nowhere for her to go. 

It is my job to make them friendly. Or at least not anti-human. 

The 10th of October.

I am so sleepy and I have no reason to be. Working very hard on keeping my eyes open. It’s not like I had a particularly bad night or woke up super early either. Oh well. 

This morning I got round to reading Saturday’s Guardian Weekend magazine. It was interesting to learn that Tim Dowling has labyrinthitis like Daddy, but his column didn’t offer up any more information so not very helpful. Tried some more kitten stroking. We thought about letting them out of the cage today but they’re still so skittish, having to grab them to get them back in would not be fun, plus Amy would probably try to get between me and them and I think I would come off worse. 

After lunch, Mommy was out at Grandma’s, so I had a mini Nashville marathon (there were three episodes on the box) and crocheted a lot. A very busy bee I was, beavering away. Thankfully my hand didn’t cramp up like it has been doing of late. Not good when I was trying to eat cake with a fork and had to do it left-handed. It will be finished soon!

Oh, I am so happy to be getting my hair cut in the morning. The long bits are just too long and it is maddening. 

The 7th of October. 

Made some progress with kittens. I have been able to pet three of them, plus Amy who is pretty amenable. Jen came this morning to pick up the cat carriers, and she was pleased to hear that I concurred with her evaluation of them. Not very sociable. 

I wrote up a blog post, and sat with the kittens a bit. Amy had to be tempted out from behind the curtains with a treat, but once out she let me give her head a scratch and even purred a bit, but she will only allow it for so long before she changes her mind. Fickle cat. 

This afternoon, Daddy and I went to see The Girl On The Train. We saw some good trailers – some for films I want to see, like The Accountant and Passengers, and some films I think look good but do not want to see because I think I will cry a lot, like The Light Between Oceans. Emily Blunt is excellent as Rachel, and although they changed the story a little bit, I think it was still true to the book. Fans will not be disappointed. 

Having got home, I’ve been able to pick up and stroke Archie, the ginger one who looks like baby Oscar. I had to, because he’d pulled apart a toy and was trying to eat a bit of string. We do not want that. Thankfully I got to him before he’d swallowed any. Bloody kittens, trying to give me a heart attack. 

The 8th of October. 

It’s been a good day. This can be determined by the fact that our cake box is full enough to keep me going for several days. 

This morning was kitten feeding (it’s a lot easier to feed this five than the last lot because they have no interest in escaping from the cage) and newspaper reading. We went out at half eleven into town to visit the new Brum Yum Yum site, essentially just to see the guys from Bake. The yard it was in isn’t great for wheelchairs, but thankfully it was quite small so I stood and walked around. The only savoury options were chips or spicy stuff, so we just bought lots of cake. I commiserated with the chaps over the death of Mr. Jones, their cat, and told them about our current lot. I bought (deep breath) a Brooklyn Blackout Cookie Sandwich, a Pumpkin Spice Oreo Brownie, an Oreogasm, a Custard Cream Blondie, a Cookie Dough Brownie, a slice of Chocolate Pumpkin Bundt Cake, and a New York Crumb Cake. We went to Paul’s to get some tasty sandwiches and brought it all home to eat. I had the crumb cake after my chicken sandwich and it was so delicious. I might have to extort the recipe from them. 

This afternoon, I’ve been in and out of the kitty room a couple of times – have picked up and stroked Archie (the ginger one), Alfie (black and white) and Amira (white with tortie bits). Ava and Angelica don’t want to be friends with me yet. 

The rest of the time, I watched The Lobster and crocheted. It’s an odd little film. One of those ones that you like but didn’t actually enjoy, if that makes sense.