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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 17th of January.

Final early morning of the week today. No hospital, I was going to Black Sheep to meet Adam, the new owner (with his fiancée Sophie), and have a major colour change. He trained James, so has the expertise I need. New year, birthday, gig – all good excuses for new hair. We had a bit of a chat and in the end we’ve gone for seven different colours distributed through my hair. We had to bleach out the ginger first, then all the painting of the individual pieces took a while so I was there from 9.30 until 2. Long day in the chair!

I just had time to eat lunch, then we had to take the kittens to the vet for their second jabs. They were not particularly thrilled about it but I have since been forgiven.

Since getting back, I have crocheted the second arm of the bear, and I would like to go to sleep soon. Tired.

The 18th of January.

I got to sleep in until 9 o’clock this morning and it was so nice. I did get woken up by the letterbox flapping about in the night, but I put a podcast on and went back to sleep.

My plan this morning was to make the ears and tail of the bear, then assemble him. I got the first part done with no trouble, but when it came to putting him together, I found the snout was too big for the face. I tried all sorts of things, different wools, but in the end I created a new pattern and finally got him all sewn up.

This afternoon, I went to sit with the kittens, as they go tomorrow. I found to my delight that there was a new episode of Riverdale, still as mad as ever, then I watched a really bizarre film called This is Your Death which I hoped would be some clever Black Mirror-esque satire but no, it was just really fucking sad.

After that, I felt pretty glum, so Mommy and I watched Roast Battle and that cheered me right up.

The 5th of January.

What is with the fucking weather? My feet are absolutely frozen. Stupid crappy circulation.

I slept better, woke up at a more reasonable time. This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then I started crocheting a donkey I got in a kit for Christmas. It is coming out much larger than I expected! Also, the wool they provide for the feet and nose feels like string. On the box, they claim it’s renowned for its softness when it is in fact really stiff and rubs on my index finger. Thank god it’s not used for the main body.

After lunch, I went to sit with the kittens and finish How to Get Away with Murder. Mommy and Daddy went to see the Blue Man Group, so I had that house to myself anyway and could afford to be antisocial. I had a very warm lap, but cold toes. In the end, I had to come back to the living room because I couldn’t get them warm. Can’t wait to put them in my nice toasty bed.

The 6th of December.

It’s too cold when my nose is running inside the house and I’m not ill. This morning I was dressed like a normal person because I thought the house would be warm enough but I was wrong. I had to change my jumper for the fleecey twosie one, and put on my cashmere socks over my normal ones, plus my Uggs. Then I was warm enough.

Lots of crochet today. I put together the donkey from the kit and he is quite cute, then I decided to make another bear from a different pattern. Started with a large version but I realised I would run out of wool so I unravelled it and started again on the small one.

This afternoon, because the weather was so horrible, I curled up with my wool and decided to watch Gone Girl. It felt appropriate. Mommy sat with the kittens so she could make friends with them as they haven’t really sat with her yet. Daddy and I had talked about going to see Molly’s Game, but when I went to book the tickets, I saw that the two back rows were already full and that doesn’t bode well for a good cinema experience.

The 3rd of January.

My ribcage is still sore today. I’ve been sleeping on my back, which should help but doesn’t seem to have.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, and Mommy and I had an early lunch because I had a chiro appointment at half past one. Trine could feel that my entire right side was different, sensitive. Everything was really tight and knotted – I felt a lot of little releases when she leaned on me. Mommy had gone into Sutton, so when I was done I sat in the waiting room where I bumped into Becky! She’d been for a regular appointment, after taking her Grandma to Sutton for new mobile phone and to the vet about her cat, who is stressed because he’s had to move house.

Speaking of cats, I spent the afternoon with ours. Everybody came to sit on me at various points during my Netflix viewing, but mainly it was Amber. I watched three more episodes of How to Get Away with Murder, and during the last one, she fell asleep in my arms. It was very cute, but it meant that I was stuck. In the end, I had to move her because I had to pee. She was not thrilled.

The 4th of January.

Bleugh. I am tired. I woke up at six, fell back to sleep until seven, then I put the Today programme on in which John Humphrys was being a dick about the NHS so then I was angry and awake.

I used my extra morning time to crochet. Until lunchtime I watched Bones and made all the parts of a small bear.

This afternoon, I went to sit with the kittens some more. Today Ava and Autumn wanted to be my friends, so they got comfortable in various positions on or around my lap, snoozing and purring while I watched more How to Get Away with Murder. I have just reached a pivotal moment in the season and I had to make sure I continued to breathe. Very stressful!

That’s all I’ve got today. I’m so cold, I just want to curl up back in bed.

The 1st of January.

Happy New Year!

I am very warm and very sleepy. Staying up until half past one and only getting eight hours of sleep is not good for me. I know, eight hours, woe is me. I have had a small coffee so that should keep me going until bedtime.

It’s been a very sedate New Year’s Day. This morning I wrote my last blog post of 2017; will have to retire that diary to the collection in my bedroom. I’m annoyed that Moleskine have stopped doing The Little Prince stuff but this will do. I also finished the shawl! Finally. I will not be using that wool again – it’s so full of static. Then I went to give the kittens some individual cuddletime, especially Amber as she didn’t get any yesterday.

Grandma came for lunch, and we had duck and goose, not that I could tell the difference between the two. Both tasty though. And leftover puddings for pudding, because we were building up a larder.

This afternoon has been film-watching and trying not to overheat. I had some good news this morning – enough tickets to Still Standing have sold to pay the venue! Now, as long as the insurance is paid off, all extra sales go to Anthony Nolan. Got to have a chat with them about some press.

The 2nd of January.

My ribcage hurts where I had the chest drain, has done all day. I don’t know why – my breathing is no worse than normal, and I haven’t made any weird movements. I’m at the chiro tomorrow, so maybe Trine will be able to help.

Said goodbye to Christine this morning because Daddy was driving her back to Twickenham, then Mommy and I spent until lunchtime inventorying my wool. Went through both boxes and worked out what belongs together, by brand, colour, weight etc. It took ages! But now I know what I have and I can decide what to use for projects I’ve already got in mind.

This afternoon, I started reading Gnomon, and sat with the kittens so they could roam around while I watched the first two episodes of How to Get Away with Murder season three. I know I’m very behind but it’s only just come on Netflix. Amber and I are becoming quite good friends now. Ava not so much, she still runs away a lot. Will have to bribe her with treats.

The 15th of December.

I bloody love Star Wars. Such fun. But it has eaten up my entire afternoon so barely any crochet today!

I got up a bit early to rinse some of the product off my hair, do a blog post and the Cats Protection admin that came from the adoptions before getting on with some crochet pre-film. Somehow it all took longer than I planned, so I’ve done just about a round and a bit of what I am working on. Going to have a busy weekend.

So this afternoon was The Last Jedi. I love Carrie so much. And Po and Rey and Finn and Rose and the porgs. The porgs are my favourite. So cute; I want one. And BB-8! I did not like the evil BB-8, whatever that is called. He can piss off.

Got a sales report this morning and we’ve sold 98 so far. Going to try to push this week because it is anniversary week.

The 16th of December.

Ugh. I woke up at half past five and I am feeling it. Just couldn’t go back to sleep, so shortly after six I decided to watch some tv on my phone until it was warm enough to get up. I started with The Night Of, but it was really slow and dull, so then I watched the first episode of Dark, which I have carried on with all day. It began dubbed, but the mouths not syncing with words was too annoying so I changed the audio to German and put the subtitles on.

After that, I came downstairs and had a rather early breakfast. Made coffee, got on the crochet. That has been my day, watching episodes two to eight of Dark, finishing one Christmas present, and getting a bit more done of another. Nearly finished that one.

I had a delivery this morning of my last present to arrive, and it rattled which was most concerning. I had Mommy film me opening it so if it was broken I had proof it arrived that way, but thankfully it was not smashed. Phew!

The 13th of December.

Not so cold today – my toes are not such blocks of ice. I am very grateful for this, it means that it is warm enough for my lungs to not seize up outside.

I was up early for the chiro at eleven, got a blog post done before we went out, and thankfully the roads and pavement around Holly Cottage were pretty clear.

My neck was really bad, I’m suspecting because of having it bent forward while crocheting, and as I’m not finished, there’s not much I can do about it. I’m getting to the end but not there yet. My back was not so terrible, for once. Grateful for small mercies.

Ann came to pick up Bertie and Molly after lunch, and that was nice and straightforward – didn’t have to chase anyone round the room and not too much mewing.

Well, not while we were still in the room. However, as soon as Biscuit was alone, sad, constant mews erupted from the kitty room, and it was unbearable. I had to go and sit with him, and we watched What Happened to Monday on Netflix. He eventually fell asleep on my lap. Finally he wants to be friends! I managed to sneak way while he slept on the other chair, and it’s still quiet. Phew.

The 14th of December.

All the kittens are gone! Thank god, the sad mews continued this morning. So forlorn, I do hope he makes friends with the dog quickly.

I made my coffee and went to sit with the moany floofer while we watched Riverdale (well, he only watched some of it). Let’s not talk about that “reveal” – what bollocks. I expect proper revelations in the second half of the season next year.

I was able to leave him when Mommy came back from round the corner, and I was going to assemble the thing I’ve been making for Daddy. Except it turned out that one element (which is repeated eight times) was the wrong size, so I had to remake them all.

Tracy came to pick Biscuit up at half twelve, and we got the forms filled in as quickly as possible so she could get him to his new home and he could meet his new friend. I haven’t heard anything, so I’m assuming everything is fine.

I made myself a salted caramel fudge hot chocolate, put Hercules on the tv and got assembling. I finished the front part, turned it over and found that half the remade parts were too small now! Remade them again. Shoot me.