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The 17th of May.

I’m going to level with you – there’s very little to say about today.

I had dreams about sweets, fixing an earring and the saddest Backstreet Boys concert in the history of time (they were playing a pitifully-populated arena). This morning I wrote up a blog post, then I went to sit with the kittens and watch the Riverdale season finale.

The kittens have remained resolutely asleep under the chair almost all day – I think I have seen them for all of about ten minutes. It has been warm in that room so maybe they’re all cosy and happy curled up together.

I spent my afternoon watching the second half of the Evil Genius documentary. It’s a very bizarre case, and I still don’t know what to make of it. Whether Brian Wells was involved or not, he died in a horrific manner, terrified out of his mind, and I don’t think he deserved that. Then I kept on with Scandal, while working on the sleeves of my jumper. Currently the kittens are so uninterested in me, I can crochet in the room with them and they don’t even notice. I do hope Dolly comes out soon.

The 18th of May.

I have not seen the kittens at all today. They obviously had a very busy night, frolicking, because they have been under the chair all day. However! Last night, Dolly came out! She ate some food, then went back under the chair. I took this opportunity to put some more food down because we were pretty sure she hadn’t eaten all day. She then came back out for some more, but went very slowly, stopping like she thought it made her invisible. She’s very pretty; just a big black floofball with huge yellow eyes. Like the Basilisk, but pretty.

This morning, I sat and watched recorded stuff while crocheting my sleeves, because the news is pure royal wedding and I am exhausted by it. This afternoon, we could escape because Daddy and I went to see Deadpool 2. That’s a lot of fun if you like violence and pop culture references. No spoilers, but Domino is the best character.

 

The 27th of April.

Baby news! No, not royal baby news, couldn’t give a monkey’s about Prince Louis. No, John and Maddie (whose wedding we went to last summer) have had their baby! She is called Esmée and she is small and pink and angry-looking but I’m sure she’ll cheer up soon.

I’d just got a blog post written up when Denise arrived with a kitty for me! She (the cat) had been taken to the vet by someone wanting to put her to sleep, purely because she has a wound on her side, we think some kind of allergic reaction to a bite, and they couldn’t cope with it. But Brynn didn’t want to do that when she is so young (we think only about a year old) and otherwise healthy, so he called us. We have to clean the site with hibiscrub every day, but she’s very friendly and amenable so hopefully it shouldn’t be a problem.

I stayed with her for an hour until we had to go to the QE to have my right eye done. Thankfully, because there were only three lashes together, Mr. Kolli wanted to get me done first and quickly which I was only too happy to go along with. It was him doing the procedure today, and he did just the one injection. However, today’s was the most painful I think I’ve had. Still, it worked swiftly, he zapped the rogue lashes and whacked the patch on. I had my custard creams, then was discharged to spend the afternoon trying to ignore the itching and sitting with my new friend, who we can’t decide on a name for.

The 28th of April.

It has been a very good day!

I woke up a little bit early and watched Riverdale in bed (#JusticeForMidge) before getting up and dressed to see Adam this morning.

I got to Yorks just before him, swooping in on a table as two guys left it. Vulture skills. He popped up behind me as I was about to message him so we had a big hug then got coffee and cake. He told me some very exciting news which I will have to keep secret for a while but I look forward to it being shared. I got to give him the little cinnamon bun I crocheted and he is going to put it on his Dean shelf. He told me about how things are going at Oxford and I told him about Porno Live because he is a Belinker too.

Daddy came to pick me up because we had tickets to Infinity War at half two, so we had another massive hug and Adam went back to the station while we got in the car. I can’t say anything about the film but I have a lot of feelings. I nearly did a cry, but I also cheered a lot. It was very stressful.

Back at home, I got the new kitty (still can’t decide on a name) to fall asleep on my lap! Cat Whisperer is me.

 

The 22nd of March.

Fuuuuck my back hurts so much tonight. Only a month until the injections. I can keep going until then.

The rest of me isn’t too sore after my gym session yesterday. My shoulders are feeling it, but I’ve coped. I’m not waddling like Saturday which is most important.

Most of my day has been spent working on the jumper which is now finished! I was doing it with an eye on the window, hoping against hope that the FedEx man would arrive before we had to go out for the dental hospital at two. Thankfully, he appeared with about ten minutes to spare! I was very happy – it was my wireless headphones so now I don’t have to worry about cables at the gym.

At the dental hospital, I saw lovely John, who it was nice to catch up with. Most of the appointment was spent updating him on what’s happened since I last saw him in 2016, I think. When he got round to looking in my mouth, he was very happy with its condition, doesn’t want to see me for six months!

Got back, straight to work on the jumper. I didn’t quite understand the last bit of the pattern (“work without shaping”?!) so I made it up and I’m happy. It looks like a proper jumper!

The 23rd of March.

Good day. I am wearing my jumper! So pleased with it. I have made a start on the next one but really only the very start – literally two rows.

This morning was fairly quiet – Amanda came round to pick up some Cats Protection money and stayed for a bit of chat and to invite us to her birthday shindig which was very kind of her.

After lunch, Daddy and I went to Resorts World to see A Wrinkle in Time, because for some reason Vue aren’t showing it, or at least not yet. I have been so excited for this film since the moment I heard of it – it was one of my favourite childhood books. I got it out today and it is battered in the way that a book that has been loved and re-read multiple times is. The pages are yellow and delicate, ready to fall out if encouraged in the slightest.

The film is stunning. Visually beautiful, the story brought to life in ways that could have been plucked from my imagination. Uriel is exceptional. Aunt Beast has been sacrificed but paid tribute to. I love that Meg doesn’t have to change to become the hero of her story, she just has to accept and believe that she is enough.

The 4th of March.

The thaw has begun, thank god. I would like to go out in the daytime this week, not covered in eight thousand layers.

No crochet that. This morning, I watched Sunday Brunch while I wrote up a blog post, and sorted out Mommy’s Mother’s Day card and present. I don’t think it’s been this close to her birthday before.

This afternoon, I made it my mission to finish Gnomon. And I have! I had just over two hundred pages to go, and I needed to get to the end. It’s incredibly current, and so complicated – I almost now need a digested version of it, or to listen to people cleverer thank me talk about it.

I went to sit with Mac, and we were watching Christine (the film about the news anchor, not the homicidal car), but then he did a poo and jumped on my lap with poo on his arms which was very upsetting, so I left.

Daddy is off this week, so we can go to the cinema and hopefully there will be NO CHILDREN.

The 5th of March.

Outside! Normal service has resumed. Here, anyway. Any remaining snow is in dirty, sludgy piles dotted around the streets.

This morning, I phoned Christine who does Andrew’s clinics, but they have not had any instructions from him yet, so no appointment can be made. I’m thinking he hasn’t had the report from the radiology team? I don’t know. I also tried to get hold of the booking coordinator for steroid injections, but had to leave a message. Sigh. And I had a chat with Laura from Free Radio to discuss the opt-out organ donation system consultation. Obviously I am in favour, but rates only really increase is it’s a hard opt-out system, meaning families don’t get a say.

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see Lady Bird. We weren’t quite the only ones there – three other people joined us. It is a lovely film – warm and funny and smart and sad. If made me want to hug Mommy when I got home. It took me back to fifteen and able-bodied, going to parties, getting high and listening to Dave Matthews Band. I miss that.

The 22nd of February.

Today has been most boring and not particularly fruitful. Plus I am in quite a serious amount of pain. Not only have I been sitting badly at the computer all day so my back is dreadful, but I accidentally stabbed myself in the thigh with my crochet scissors which are incredibly sharp. I felt them go in and immediately screamed FUCK, then ran into my bedroom, grabbed a dressing from my drawer and stuck it on, putting as much pressure on it as possible. It hasn’t bled too much, but it’s pretty fucking sore.

So yes, at the computer. I hate to admit it but I keep being ready to clear things, then I find another job that needs doing first. That was backing up videos I’ve got of gigs that I’m not certain have been saved elsewhere and that has taken hours. I have finished season 4 of The Blacklist, and have deleted up to 2016. 2018 is the big beast – it’s where all the reborn photos live so that’s over 40,000 photos and I am not looking forward to it.

I got the money from Union Chapel! And our grand total is just over £14k! Amazing.

The 23rd of February.

Today has been half boring and half joyous. First half boring, because I was sat at the computer again. I can pretty much guarantee that is how I’ll spend my weekend too. Deleting, deleting. So tedious. I’ve got to halfway through 2017 now. Very close to the stupidly large 2018 folder that is a huge mess. Then I have to sort out what photos actually belong in this year. Ugh.

Came back downstairs for lunch, then Daddy and I went to see Black Panther! I couldn’t book the tickets beforehand because Vue have altered their system so you can’t get a carer ticket online for Gold Class. I don’t think it’s on purpose, because we could get them fine in the cinema – the website just needs fixing.

It is SO GOOD. Not just the acting, the story, the characters, but the set is fantastic, it is lit beautifully, the sound is used exquisitely, even taken away when the moment is right. It has all been thought through so carefully. I can’t imagine how it must feel for black people everywhere to see themselves and their culture represented so wonderfully. Maybe if I saw disabled actors playing characters unrelated to their impairment. Anyway. Wakanda forever.

 

The 16th of February.

Another day of much the same. I seem to have come to the conclusion, unconsciously, that the best plan is to systematically put everything I’ll want in future into my Dropbox, so they’re safe, then delete pretty much everything from the iCloud and start again. It’s really boring and slow, but at the moment it’s the only way I can see to do it. I’ve also discovered that the 20,000 photos I deleted from the Photos app are not deleted from the website version of iCloud, which doesn’t make any sense. I think I need to have a webchat with someone, but I’m going to leave that until Monday. Going to the cinema tomorrow and I don’t want to start something I can’t finish.

Read a little bit more Gnomon, but it’s been mainly Altered Carbon today. I keep spotting people I recognise – I realised the main actor is Holder from The Killing (the shit American version), and I’ve seen Val from Riverdale, Cam from Bones and Jiaying from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Curse you, iCloud. 

The 17th of February.

Day off from all the computer business. I can’t keep doing that to my back; needs a rest.

So, this morning I finally put up the two late blog posts, and spent some time petting and chatting with Mac. He gets a bit sad when he’s alone, poor thing. Will have to find him an owner who has time to hang out with him.

After lunch, I started work on Flick’s poodle, but didn’t get very far before Daddy and I had to go out to the cinema. We were seeing The Shape of Water but not at Vue because for some reason they aren’t showing it, so went to Resorts World. Some bizarre people had a go at Daddy when he pulled into the car park for reasons we didn’t really understand, and they called him Granddad which was silly because that isn’t happening any time in the foreseeable future.

Thankfully we did not encounter them again, and the film is every bit as good as everyone says. Except the few upsetting parts but one has to expect that from a Guillermo del Toro film. I’m so glad that budget constraints meant they couldn’t shoot it in black and white because the colour theme is so beautiful. Also, somebody write a script for Octavia Spencer as lead so she can get the Oscar she deserves.

The 19th of January.

Kittens are gone! I am sad, but they’re going to a happy new home and the adopters have promised to send us photos of them in their new burger beds.

A much better night, no wind to wake me up. I spent the morning writing up a blog post, and sending a couple of Anthony Nolan emails. I also managed to spill my coffee in the kitten room and all over the table in the living room, staining it, because I am a dickhead.

After lunch, I started working on a crocheted bunny, and I filled in all the paperwork for the adoption this afternoon. They arrived quite promptly, having apparently been counting down the days. We got Autumn in the carrier first (although she escaped on our initial attempt), then we nearly got Ava but she wriggled out of Mommy’s hands. Amber did not get away, so we popped her in, and finally we lulled Ava into a false sense of security before giving her a big hug and putting her in the carrier with her sisters.

I am going to miss them, but they’ll be fine. We’ll get some new ones!

The 20th of January.

Birthday eve!

I didn’t have a great night; I kept waking up because I was cold, and I had a dream someone was trying to molest me. Not pleasant.

Amanda (Cats Protection treasurer and adopter of Harvey and Hugo) came round this morning to collect a bunch of cheques and adoption paperwork, and gave us an update on how they are. They have apparently become enormous. I do hate it when they grow up. Much prefer the tiny cats. Then I did some crocheting of the bunny I am making, so now it has a head, a body and part of an ear.

After lunch (which included a cinnamon swirl for the first time in ages because the boy who normally works in the M&S Bakery and can’t do them wasn’t there this week), Daddy and I went to see Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri. We would have seen in last weekend, but the timings were no good. Thankfully, it was still on and at a convenient time so today was our day. I had to spend the first half of the film breathing through my scarf because the man in front of us had some sort of strong cologne on which assaulted my throat, so I needed a filter if I was going to not cough constantly. It’s such a good film – I kept seeing tweets saying how great it was and Christine saw it ages ago so I’m glad we got the chance. I laughed, I cried. Frances McDormand is excellent. It probably won’t be in cinemas much longer but if you get the chance you should see it.

We got home at six, and had about fifteen minutes before we went back out to Nosh & Quaff for my birthday dinner. I had a mimosa (in the drinks menu they say you can have an orange bellini but if you order that, they get confused), then some mac’n’cheese bites to start. They were delicious, although the cheese inside was very hot so I cut them all open to let the steam escape. There was a bit of a wait for the main courses, and I had ordered the Double Dutch chicken waffle. However, I took one bite and realised I was in trouble. In the menu, they do not mention that the coating the chicken is covered in is spicy as fuck and my mouth could not tolerate it at all. So much pain. So when the waiter came over to ask if everything was okay I was like “I have a problem”. He was very nice about it and brought me another menu after taking away the offending meal. I thought the hot dog sounded okay and he said yes that had no spice and he was correct. Just a good hot dog in a soft bun and no pain to endure. In all, I would call it a success, and would go back, but would check exactly how each dish is seasoned before ordering.

Tomorrow I will be 27 and it feels like a big deal.