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The 3rd of April.

I am making up for the less-than-chocolatey weekend today. I feel like Üter from The Simpsons (“Don’t make me run, I’m full of chocolate!”).

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then I ate a chunk of my Dairy Milk egg while we watched people fling drinks on Sunday night’s TOWIE. Then it was time for Christine to get to the station to go back to Twickenham, so I put on the first episode of the new season of A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Austere Academy. Neil Patrick Harris still absolutely perfect.

After lunch, Mommy went to Grandma’s, and I made the remaining legs and tail of the sausage dog while catching up on some TiVo recordings. Upon her return, we watched Marcella and I finished my egg. I still have a second Lindt bunny and the whole Lindt egg to eat. I feel like it’s almost a chore to get through them, but it’s one that I enjoy.

The sausage dog is now assembled, and I have a little pack ready to go!

The 4th of April.

Well, the weather today is absolutely hideous. Absolute pissing rain which has caught me once, and I am just hoping I escape it this evening.

Had a quiet morning, taking photos of the group of dogs I’ve made for Nish, Suzi, Sara, Josh, James and Felicity as thank yous for doing my gig. I want to say they’re very good boys but the sausage dogs, the poodle and the boxer are girls (according to the book). Then I watched some of the Commonwealth Games opening ceremony which was rather good, unfortunately. That means we’ll have to do something quite special when they come to Birmingham.

After lunch, I went to the gym to burn off some of the vast amounts of chocolate recently consumed. So many youths in there today, one of whom had doused himself liberally in body spray which my lungs did not appreciate. Thankfully I did not choke but I wasn’t far off.

When I finished, I whizzed back to the car at the highest speed that was safe, shielding myself from the rain with my brolly. Tonight I’m at The Glee seeing Ellie Taylor and I do not want to get wet.

The 1st of March.

I’m almost ashamed to say I haven’t actually opened either of my Easter eggs yet. I just haven’t had the space/time. I only had the Lindt one to begin with (Alison brought a Dairy Milk one round later), but if I’d started it between breakfast and lunch, I wouldn’t have any room in my stomach for the meal. Even now, at six o’clock, I’m still quite full from said lunch, so I really don’t fancy stretching myself. How very adult of me.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then got back to my jumper sleeve. Lucky for me, lunch was late, so I got to the end of the seam in time for food.

We finished about four, and since then we have been watching the Nadiya series of Bake Off on Netflix which is so pure and lovely. I do miss Mel and Sue ever so much. I’ve sewn up the sides of the jumper, attached the sleeves, and done the edging of the neckline. Just the hem to do now, then we’ll see where we are.

The 2nd of March.

I have eaten some chocolate!

Not this morning, because for some reason, after my coffee, my stomach decided to be super painful. Therefore, I spent the whole morning with one of those microwaveable heat packs on my belly, squishing it in with my knees. I tried to start the all-brown sausage dog, but it was too sore for me to even do that.

By lunchtime, it seemed to have abated enough for me to want to eat something, so I had a slice of toast and that seemed okay.

This afternoon, I had a hairwash, then I put on the new crochet jumper which I finished last night! It looks good, and thank god I made the sleeves longer because they would have been way too short.

However, the wool is quite itchy, so I think I’ll have to wear a long-sleeved thermal underneath.

Back downstairs, Christine and I watched My Neighbour Totoro (which I had forgotten has some really weird bits) and I ate one of my Lindt bunnies. Hooray!

 

The 17th of April.

Kitty is gone. He was very amenable about the whole thing – only the mum came to pick him up, so he didn’t get stressed and hide. We took the carrier in so he could investigate it while we filled in the paperwork in the living room. When the boring bit was over, I went to give Spike (now Tiger) a big hug and had to entice him into the carrier with treats and a gentle push. I have been told he came straight out when she got him home and went to sit on a dining room chair, under the table. Our next cat is going to be a sad kitty who has been very neglected and will have to be shaved because his fur is so matted. Bless.

This afternoon, I finished the bear I made yesterday and put together the monkey I’ve done for James. Back to doilies now? We’ll see.

I smashed open my Easter egg and ate some of that while watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. It is really going to take forever to get through. And that is all!

The 18th of April.

I am not watching the news, mainly because I have been watching it pretty much constantly since Theresa May’s announcement this morning. After a fairly poor sleep, hearing that we are going to have to vote again was the last thing I was in the mood for.

Of course I want the Tories out – they are quite literally destroying everything that is good about this country. But I am really concerned that people won’t vote for Labour, the only credible chance of getting them out, because they “don’t like Jeremy Corbyn”. I just want to shake those people – the NHS is falling apart, schools are so drastically underfunded that they’re having to cut pretty much anything that isn’t nailed down while asking parents for contributions, social care barely exists, and Brexit is going to make all of it even worse. Let’s not forget the cuts to disability benefits, sanctions on people which only make their lives even more difficult, the lack of support for young people who inexplicably don’t deserve the same opportunities as those over 25, or the huge rise in need of food banks.

I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like Corbyn. Children are returning to school with signs of malnutrition. Voting for Labour is the only chance we have to change things. Grow up and do the right thing.

The 15th of April.

Busy day! I am tired. I had to get up earlier than usual to make sure I was fully breakfasted and ready for the family who were coming to view Spike at half past ten. We decided it would be best if Mommy answered the door and I was already sat with Spike, so he was nice and calm when they came in, and I didn’t freak out the children with oxygen. The mum and older son came in, and Spike decided to hide to begin with, but he started to be a bit more forthcoming after a little while. He returned to his hiding place when we were joined by the rest of the family, but that’s only to be expected. After about an hour, he was out and happily playing so I’m pretty sure he’ll be fine. Just waiting now to hear when they want to pick him up!

Shaki came round briefly to drop off some paperwork and see Spike, and we had a chat about Cats Protection logistics. It is complicated.

I got some crochet done this afternoon, while Mommy was at Grandma’s and Daddy had gone to pick up Christine. I also got to watch one and a half episodes of the new season of iZombie which I didn’t know had started, so that was a pleasant surprise. Now the doily is finished, and Christine is home! Plus she has brought me loads of coffee, yum.

The 16th of April.

Happy chocolate day!

I have literally only just broken into my egg, although I only ate the medium sized bunny in the box, not the egg itself. I am fairly certain that my stomach just doesn’t stretch, so it is going to take me ages to eat the whole thing. For breakfast, I had one of the M&S toffee, fudge and chocolate hot cross buns with brownie butter and that kept me full up until lunchtime, which wasn’t until quarter to three. It wasn’t meant to be that late, but there were issues with the pastry in the tarte au citron we were having for pudding.

Grandma came for the day, and Becky and Alison came round to say thanks for looking after their respective cats and receive their Easter eggs. Spike was very antisocial and hid under the chair for most of the time they were here. Silly cat. I went to see him after lunch though, and he came and sat on me very happily, purring away. I don’t understand, but as long as I’m still his favourite, I don’t mind.

For all the time I was not eating, I have been crocheting a bear for Jenny’s baby. I’ve actually made the whole thing except the face, so I’ve been incredibly productive.

Two weeks down, one to go. 

The 27th of March. 

I need a lie down. So full of chocolate. 

Usually I hate the clocks going forward, losing an hour of sleep, despite it meaning we’re just reverting to the way things were before. However, I was quite happy to wake up early because I had been having a very distressing dream that I won’t go into the details of but I’ll just say that I was being held captive by an extremely unpleasant man. 

This morning, I watched Sunday Brunch while I blogged, and successfully resisted the call of the two Cadbury eggs with my name on. Well, there’s one now. 

Grandma came for lunch, which was lamb. It was supposed to be venison but tradition won. Can’t say I wasn’t disappointed. Then everyone had lemon meringue pie except me because I am not a fan – I had lemon drizzle cake. So at least I stuck with the theme.

After food, I went to sit with Monica and we watched Olympus Has Fallen. That is one bloody film. I mean a serious amount of death. Even more than Deadpool. I also found it concerning that no one in the White House changed security codes in 18 months. 

Now, back to reading The Truth About The Harry Quebert Affair, and stretching out my excessively full-of-chocolate stomach. 

The 28th of March. 

Finally, I got a decent sleep. No scary dreams, no waking up super early, just a lovely lie-in (well, until half past nine).

Instead of all the stuff I usually watch, we relied on recorded shows on the TiVo box. Thank the Lord for Marvel Mondays. Nothing particularly dramatic in today’s episodes though.

I have nothing of much interest or excitement to say. I decided to do some more crocheting, so I finished the schoolgirl dress, and I made two socks. They’re so small and fiddly, I couldn’t do the shoes too. My eyes can only work so hard for so long. 

When I’d completed the second sock, I went to see Monica and ended up getting to the end of Pretty Little Liars and I don’t know if I am done with it or even more intrigued. Monica tried to play with my necklace, and when I took it off her, she sunk one of her claws into my finger. Now sporting a plaster. We need to clip her claws but I think it might be a team effort. Those little daggers are dangerous. 

The 7th of March.

Well, I had a fun lunchtime.

I actually had some sleep, and had a fairly quiet morning with my coffee and watching TV, nearly getting emotional at a story on This Morning about an autistic boy who is in an unsuitable place seemingly indefinitely and it’s insane. I can’t imagine how that must be for his family. I know I’ve been in a place I couldn’t leave and was practically climbing the walls, but it was necessary and I wasn’t completely isolated. At least other people could come in. 

I had a quick lunch date with a guy I met online. I won’t say much apart from that we had fun, and I think I’ll see him again. However, it was only brief, he had loads of work to do, so we parted company at 2 and I got a taxi home. 

Since then, I have had my Agents Carter/of S.H.I.E.L.D afternoon which is always fun. I love Peggy. I need to do some more crocheting, I think I’ve had a long enough break. I got a thank you note from Celia who runs Project Linus who I did the blanket for, and she’s hoping I’ll do some more so I better get some more baby wool!

The 8th of March. 

Eee Monica the kitty is so pretty and friendly I love her already. 

I didn’t want to get up when my alarm went off, I so easily could have stayed in bed, but I resisted the urge. I spent my morning writing up a blog post and being freezing cold. Always cold, I hate it. More layers required. 

After lunch, Mommy took Grandma to a church thing, then we went to Princess Alice for various bits. M&S for a parcel that they haven’t actually got in yet, Boots for facewipes and more Strepsils, then Tesco for Easter eggs for me, Christine, Becky, James, Jamie and Jonathan. And I got some Jelly Bunnies because I just can’t help myself. 

Once we were back, I was just waiting for Shaki to arrive with Monica. She arrived at about ten past five with a kitty hiding under a blanket in the carrier and lots of toys. However, it didn’t take her long to come out, and soon she was wanting to be stroked and lying on her back for belly rubs. She is tortoiseshell and white and ever so playful; I can already tell we will be great pals. Her tremors are down to a brain condition, so she isn’t good at walking backwards or jumping, and when she concentrates her head shakes. Bless her.