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The 24th of June. 

Back to being not very warm. I liked the in-between weather, when it was about twenty. Oh well. Bloody British summer. Anyway, you don’t come here for meteorology. 

This morning I wrote up a blog post, idly watched some of Saturday Kitchen, then went to see the kittens. They’ve livened up since yesterday, although I could only see two of them. Obviously Betty is fine – she always runs right up to the door, chatting away. I rang up a chap who is interested in coming to view, so he and his wife are coming tomorrow. They can’t have any until they’re neutered so I’ve got some time with them still. 

After lunch, I’ve managed to while away the afternoon doing not much of anything. I did a chocolatey face mask, watched some tennis, and the latest episode of Nashville which had me an absolute wreck. Do not show me daughters watching their mother die because I cannot cope – it is my worst fear. 

So after that, I had to go and see the kittens again to cheer me up. They were much more forthcoming than usual – I got to stroke Bree, Betsy and Brodie, and they had great fun learning about shoelaces. 

Watching the footage of Jeremy Corbyn at Glastonbury made me quite emotional. So many people who believe in a world where hope triumphs over fear and where everyone gets a chance at a decent life. There is some light left. 

The 25th of June. 

Well it’s been a much busier Sunday than I am used to. I accidentally left the box of Dreamies out last night and they’ve eaten them all. I’d say there were 50 Dreamies in that box. So they were mental this morning. 

Becky came round about eleven. She’s had a super busy three weeks with report-writing and doing levels and having meetings about those, so no time to catch up until today, bless her. She got to meet the floofs and managed to get some cuddles, then we were joined by James. He has a play with the ones that were out – I think all the Dreamies made them more outgoing. They left when Alison rang about a holiday cottage, then after lunch, she came round to meet the kitties too. 

I had a couple coming to view the kittens this afternoon, and they arrived just before two. We thought they wanted two kittens, but they’ve decided one is enough (they already have two adult cats) so we had to try to work out which one would fit in best with their dynamic. Betsy presented herself first, and as is usually the way, it was love at first sight. I thought she’d be the one, as she’s so pretty, and she sits on me for the longest. They left after an hour and a half, and I’ve just got to sort out the neutering, then they can have her! And now I can let some other people view the rest. 

Since then, tennis, Grand Prix, bit of crochet. Everybody tired. 

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 23rd of September. 

I can move much better today. Not completely normally, but much improved. It’s only taken three days to recover. 

This morning I was not in a great mood, I think because I had a terrifying dream about Voldemort. Never found him scary but obviously my brain came up with something. I wrote up a blog post and booked tickets for Daddy and I to go and see The Magnificent Seven this afternoon, then crocheted two squares of the patchwork blanket I’m making. 

After lunch, we went to the cinema. It was not the best trip. In WHSmiths, I went to buy some chocolate buttons to eat during the film. However, there were none to be seen. I asked the man at the counter, who had to go in the back to find some, and this was fine, if time-consuming. I became irked when we had to phone someone to accompany us in the lift because it seems the public can’t use them alone. Then the machine wouldn’t let me pick up our tickets and we had to go to a counter. In front of us were an old couple having a very long discussion with the man serving, and I eventually gleaned that they were buying tickets for a screening on the 27th of November. They were taking forever and I sat behind them doing passive-aggressive sighs until they were done. Finally we got our tickets and went into the screen, where the only other two people there were sitting right behind us. When the film started, they were still talking, so I turned around and stared at them until they shut up. 

The film itself is great fun. A good old-fashioned, rootin’-tootin’, sharp-shootin’ Western. Denzel Washington does some fancy horse riding, and I greatly enjoyed Martin Sensmeier’s cheekbones. If it’s your kind of thing, I recommend it. 

The 24th of September. 

Waiting for a potential adopter to come and see Rufus. She said “after 5pm” and it’s nearly twenty five past six. She just phoned and said she’ll be 15-20 minutes. I hope she makes a better impression in person because currently I’m annoyed that I’ll probably miss Ed Balls dancing. 

I spent my morning in my very cosy new pyjamas – I got them in the 40% off sale in Gap and they are so soft; I am as snug as a bug in soft pyjamas. Read the paper and did appallingly at the puzzles while waiting for the result of the Labour leadership election. Delighted that Jeremy won, as expected. I voted for him, as did everyone else I know, but that usually means I’m wrapped in a bubble that isn’t reflective of the electorate. Not so, this time!

This afternoon I crocheted some more squares, and redesigned my blog (as you may have noticed). The colour scheme is the same as that of my business card. Now I’m sat waiting for this lady to arrive with her five year old who’s just been at a birthday party. 

*time passes*

Well, they’ve just left and it went surprisingly well! Rufus hid at first, but he came out and happily smelled their hands and played with them. They seem to be pretty keen, so I await confirmation. And I haven’t missed Ed Balls!

The 12th & 13th; KITTENS!

September 14, 2015 — 1 Comment

The 12th of September. 

It’s been a good day. Admittedly, I did not get enough sleep for whatever reason but the awake part has been most pleasant. I had my breakfast and had time to write up a blog post before it was time to go to the Birmingham Independent Food Fair at Millennium Point. 

Frankly, it was somewhat disappointing. All of the savoury, lunchtime-type foods involved some sort of spice of chilli which meant they were all off limits to me, and Mommy was not particularly inspired by any of it either. So we bought some interesting chocolate and went to Bake because they never let us down. I wanted all the things, but we settled on a baba baby bundt, a piggyonaire’s shortbread, a Nutella caramel swirl brownie and a custard cream blondie. 

We decided to go to Boston Tea Party for lunch and both had Reubens (mine without pickles, obviously), then went to M&S to see if we could find a coat for Daddy but alas, no such luck. On the way back to the car, Jackie phoned me to say that the kittens are not being adopted, so they are coming tomorrow morning at 11! I’m very excited. 

This afternoon I caught the end of Hook! and found myself getting emotional because of Robin Williams. I think The Lost Boys really loved him and it’s just a tragedy that he’s not with us anymore. Then I watched Lucy (I love Sky Movies) and remembered how great it is while I crocheted the absolute last fox hat. 

The 13th of September. 

KITTENS!

Yes we have the kittens now. After another dodgy night’s sleep, I’d watched the beginning of Sunday Brunch when Shaki (I misheard – it’s Shaki, as in Shakira, not Jackie) and Jen came with Harvey and Hal. They brought all the litter trays and food etc and set up the room before the boys were let out. I signed the form agreeing to take care of them, and we were left to it, except Jen came back with a scratching post and a pooper scooper and we talked some more about cats and all her work with them. 

I have just sat in the room with them most of the afternoon, watching Disney films and watching them chase each other around the room. They have also hidden under the bed a lot. While they were there, I left to go and finish the hat, and talked to Christine on the phone. 

I can’t believe I forgot to write about Jeremy Corbyn yesterday. Of course, I’m thrilled. Watson and Corbyn are my dream team and I believe that they can excite people back into politics. I also hope this means that Tony Blair will realise nobody cares what he thinks and he ought to fuck back off to from whence he came.