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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 5th of October. 

I spent as much of today as possible with the tiny fluffball because Shaki texted this morning to say she’d be picking her up at half seven, while I was out. Probably a good thing as I wouldn’t have wanted to let her go. 

I wrote up a blog post, then went to let Olivia run around a bit. We had to set up a barricade of sorts so she couldn’t get anywhere she might get stuck. She runs and jumps like a tiny bunny and it is probably the cutest thing I have ever seen. I would like to keep her forever but have her remain the same size, and neither of those things can happen. 

This afternoon, Mommy and I wound a skein of wool into a ball which took nearly an hour – much longer than I expected. I think for the other four, I will have to use some kind of apparatus so she doesn’t have to kneel on the floor for that long again. 

She then went to Grandma’s, so I went and played with Olivia for another hour. I occasionally had to stop her from climbing down behind the bed, but for the most part we had a lovely time playing with newspaper. My back started to get pretty bad, so I popped her back in the cage with some food. When Mommy got back, we decided to make some muffins, but then Jonathan wanted to come and see the kitty, so Mommy baked and I sat with him and Olivia. She has had a whale of a time. 

At five, I needed to get ready to go out to The Glee, so he went home and I went upstairs to make myself slightly more presentable. We then had Jamie at the door returning some keys, and he got to see Olivia too. 

I arrived at The Glee to see James Acaster shortly before the doors were due to open, so I got myself a glass of wine and found a place to wait. Looking around, I realised the girl next to me had been in my class at school, and I had not seen her since we left nine years ago! We had a quick catch-up, and Sandhya is a doctor now, although it is unlikely I’ll bump into her because she works at Sandwell Hospital, not the QE. She wasn’t aware of everything that’s happened, but thankfully, being a medic, she understood everything I was saying. 

It was allocated seating, and for once I was actually in a decent place! A few rows back from the front, just to stage left. I had a nice chat with the chap on my left about James and other comedy gigs we’d both been to, then my fish finger sandwich was delivered so I ate that and he went to get a drink. It was really tasty! Excellent home-made lime tartare sauce. Capers, all sorts of business. 

The show was excellent, as I thought it would be. He had to cope with some curveballs, like coming onstage with burgers that the front row had ordered, a lady called Sarah who stood up because her back hurt, unfortunately right in the spotlight, and me and the lady next but one to me getting utterly hysterical at James’ praying mantis impression. Not sure why it tickled us so much, but it was glorious. My face hurt from laughing so much. We had a chat about it in the interval and ended up having a very jolly time along our row. Much more fun than the intervals usually are!

Daddy picked me up at the end, and when I got home, I considered watching Bake Off, but decided to leave it until the morning. Bed. 

The 6th of October. 

Tired today. Too much laughing. First thing I did this morning was watch last night’s Bake Off. Very pleased that Tom went. He was superfluous. I don’t know who will be an acceptable loss now though because I like all the rest!

I wrote about yesterday, which was a lengthier exercise than I originally anticipated. Jen rang to discuss our next cat delivery, which was determined to be this afternoon. Five kittens and their mum. 

After lunch, we waited for Jen to arrive with the clowder. She said between two and three, then I was going to go to the gym afterwards. Well, that was the plan. She arrived just before three, then by the time she’d left (we love a chinwag), there really wasn’t time. Nevermind!

We let them settle in, and I did a bit of crocheting before Becky came round. I introduced her to Amy (mum) and Archie, Alfie, Ava, Angelica and Amira. Obviously they are all still very unsure so we left them and had tea and muffin/hobnob chat in the living room. I haven’t seen her for weeks so she had a great deal to bring us up to speed with, what with her having moved to a new school. Much less stressful, or at least in different ways. We allowed ourselves a tiny bit of Christmas excitement. 

Got to get these kitties to be my friend. 

The 27th of September. 

Well my legs are okay but my arms hurt a lot. Reaching for stuff is very painful. Thankfully I don’t need to do that much. 

This morning we went into town. It started off just being to get birthday cards for Christine, but other things were added on. Face wipes were on offer and I needed some more, plus I got a free gift of some bath stuff which will probably go to a raffle in Boldmere Court. Mommy needed some Christmassy fabric so we went to John Lewis, and I bought some festive wool because I couldn’t not. Then I went to Foyles while Mommy picked up some train tickets, but I did not but any books! The new Apple shop has opened on New Street in the old Waterstones/Midland Bank so we went to have a look, mainly to see if they’d made it wheelchair accessible. Yes, they very much have! One of the steps is actually a lift – you park on a panel, one of the steps slides in underneath the top one, and you are lifted into the store. It’s super cool. Inside it’s very spacious and airy – I could move around without having to say “Excuse me” every two seconds, and accessories area downstairs is just lovely. I particularly enjoyed the drawers full of phone cases in the wall; that is an excellent storage solution. Then we returned home because it was lunchtime and I was starving. 

This afternoon I have done lots of crocheting, and we finally watched last week’s Hunted. I do not think I would fare well on that programme. 

The 28th of September. 

Arms are much better today – I could even lift the hairdryer!

This morning I caught up with last night’s debate, and to me it seems obvious that Hillary just destroyed Trump. I am concerned that his supporters just don’t care and are determined to elect him no matter what terrible things he says or how unprepared he is, and I want to shake them all by the shoulders and say “You can’t do this to us!” because it will affect the whole world. If he becomes President, there will be armageddon. 

After lunch I had a jolly time sitting at the computer. I needed to plug in and update my classic iPod with recently downloaded music so I can listen to it on the train, now that I can’t charge my phone and listen to music at the same time unless I get Bluetooth headphones. I also cleaned out all the duplicate photos in my library which was tedious but necessary. Christine phoned while I was doing it though, and that made it slightly more bearable. 

This evening I went to The Dragon Inn in town to meet a chap from the Elis James and John Robins Podcast Devotee Facebook group. He’s going to their gig which I am also attending, and has Asperger’s, so he wanted to meet some people beforehand so it was less stressful. It was slightly awkward but we had enough in common to hold a good conversation for an hour and a half. By half seven, nobody else had turned up which may have been a blessing in disguise, so I got an Uber home in time to watch Bake Off!

The 3rd of September. 

It feels ever so strange to come downstairs in a morning and not to have to feed any kittens. Got a new guy coming tomorrow afternoon though – his name is Rufus and he needs socialising so more persistent petting is going to be required. 

I read the weekend Guardian, skipping the Nick Clegg interview because I knew it would make me too sad/angry, and I only remembered I actually needed to write up a blog post after lunch. Thankfully, I had time to do it because there was no cinema trip today; the only film I wanted to see was Morgan, but Daddy was not a fan of that idea so that was off. I am not that bothered; I’ll read the plot on Wikipedia. 

So, instead of going out (admittedly in the pissing rain), Mommy and I have baked. A batch of brownies from the Gü cook book, and some vanilla biscuits using the recipe from the Biscuiteers book, the icing of which I will do tomorrow. Whether I go the whole hog of doing the lining and flooding business, I do not yet know. They’re all cat shaped because I just love living up to stereotypes. 

The 4th of September. 

I have had a very productive day. I can tell because my back hurts a lot

This morning was not so much, just washing my hair and Sunday Brunch. Mommy had bought some kippers so I ate those for breakfast and burnt my fingers getting the plate out of the microwave. Just before lunch, we made some royal icing for the biscuits we made yesterday. We dyed some of it orange, turning our hands red in the process (milk once again coming to the rescue as a stain-remover), and I piped the outlines of all the biscuits. 

We let them set while we ate, then I went back to flood them all with more orange while I listened to the new Frank Ocean album. That took a while to set, so I left it again and did some crocheting. Jen came to pick up the kitten paperwork and drop off some homing blankets, then I went back to add details while I watched the repeat of Bake Off. First I used just white to do the feet of the whole cats and cheeks of the cat faces, then I had to make some black. The closest I could get was a very dark grey, then I had a palaver with putting it into a squeezy bottle which hurt my hands, so then it got decanted into a piping bag, and I did all their faces. They are so CUTE! I am thrilled with how they’ve turned out. How they managed to do them on Great British Bake Off within the time limit, I have no idea, because it’s taken me about five hours just doing the icing, nevermind the baking. 

Rufus is now coming tomorrow as Shaki is still out trapping, which actually is most convenient, as we still haven’t eaten our tea. I am pooped. 

The 24th of August. 

No poo-watch today. Instead, it’s Bake Off day! I am ridiculously excited. Love Bake Off so much. What insane things does Mary Berry have in store for us this year? I already have my favourites: Andrew, Rav, Selasi and Benjamina. Watch them. 

Not so much crocheting today either. This morning I had a phone call with Ben from Anthony Nolan about the event I’m going to at the BMA in September; he wants me to speak a little bit so we were mainly just talking about what I might say and what is going to happen. Mainly networking. 

After lunch and the new episode of Pretty Little Liars, I had a trip to the dentist and hygienist. Liam (the dentist) and I had a lovely chat about flossing, then the hygienist poked all my gums and gave me a score of zero which is the best! Still can’t cope very well with the abrasive floss/polishing strips though. Bleah. 

Since getting home, I have only had time to crochet the neckline of my jumper and a sleeve. Just the other sleeve to go and it’ll be finished! Having tried it on a couple of times, it’s definitely going to keep me warm. 

The 25th of August. 

I woke up from the most horrific dream in which I had squished an enormous spider (its body was the size of a two pound coin) with my hands and it screamed, and when I awoke I was in the position I’d been in in the dream and I really didn’t want to move. 

This morning I was at the chiro. I told Trine about the MRI and asked if she might be able to pull a string or two with Mr. Harland, then she crunched my upper back and my neck a lot. When I came out, the most ghastly duet was playing on Radio 2. I got dressed so fast. I have never heard it before and I never want to hear it again. 

After lunch, I crocheted the other sleeve of the jumper, and now it is finished! It doesn’t look great in a photo because it’s oversized and slouchy. When it’s cold enough, I’ll wear it and it’ll look better. 

Not long after I’d finished, Nadia’s adopters came round to take her home. They’re back from holiday so couldn’t wait to have her. We got all the paperwork done pretty quickly, then it just took us about forty five minutes to get her into the carrier. In the end, there was some tricking and we had to grab her a little bit. The other two were only too happy to get inside but she was not getting involved. I was so of of breath. Still, we got her there in the end and it was a very short trip to her new home. I am sure she’ll be fine. The other two don’t appear to have noticed.