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The 26th of February. 

Happy Birthday Mommy!

I had a rather dodgy sleep, I think because of eating rich food much later than usual. Fucks up my system. 

Mommy opened her presents while I ate my toast. I gave her a teeny pot for putting herbs or a tiny plant in, and an enormous book of pictures of dogs. It’s got nowhere to live, but it amused her, which is what’s important. Besides, Tuesday is her proper present. 

She and Daddy went to pick up Grandma, while Christine finished cooking all the food and I wrote up a blog post, then twiddled my thumbs until it was time for lunch. As soon as we saw the Easts/Reames materialise with cake, we were up and opening the door. So hungry!

The afternoon has been rugby, drinking and eating. Christine, Becky, James, Jonathan and I decamped into the living room, where there was much bickering and teasing, but all in loving intent. We are essentially family.

Christine had to leave at twenty to four, so we cut the cake, but mine is still beside me, waiting for my tummy to have room for it. I’ll get there.

The 27th of February. 

Oh dear, I had another terrible night. It took me hours to fall asleep – I think on Tuesday night I might have a Zopiclone if things don’t improve. I would do it tonight, but I’d like to remember tomorrow. 

No excitement today. I rang the GP about getting some more stuff added to my repeat prescription, and left a message for Imelda, Andrew’s secretary, but she hasn’t called me back. Will try again in the morning. 

Otherwise, I have been crocheting, and Mommy and I watched the final three episodes of Case. It was not completely satisfying – I don’t see why the murderer had to get killed, instead of being put in prison, especially as they were on their way to arrest him. They’ve left it open for a second series (on a different thread) but I don’t know if we will bother.

I am very excited for Mommy’s birthday surprise tomorrow. I hope she enjoys it.

The 12th of February. 

Really tired, although I really have no excuse to be. I slept all night, whereas Mommy was awake at four. I did have a dream that someone murdered me with an injection to the back of the neck, and that woke me up at about one. I could physically feel where the needle had been. So not a great sleep. 

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then watched Sunday Brunch in my pyjamas while I finished crocheting all the parts of Carol’s present, ready for assembly this afternoon. 

After a lunch involving the cake Mommy made before I even woke up, I thought I should probably get dressed. Then for the rest of my afternoon, I sat in front of the rugby while I put my crocheted creature together. I feel the same way about rugby as I do about Gardeners’ Question Time – no idea what they’re talking about, but I find it very soothing. 

Mrs. Doubtfire is on this evening, and it’s been so long since I saw it, I had forgotten how tremendously excellent it is.

The 13th of February. 

No dreams about being murdered last night, and Mommy woke up at five instead of four, so that’s progress. 

We have both had very productive days, although in rather different ways. It’s been decided that the dining room needs decorating (to be fair, we’ve lived here my whole life and only had one new carpet) and of course I am not getting involved, but Mommy has removed the paper from two of the walls. 

I have made a large doily. 

That might not sound very impressive, but it took several hours and was pretty complicated so well done me. I don’t know what I’m going to do with it. One of the pattern websites said that a doily is one of the best heirlooms to leave for your children, but seeing as I won’t be having any descendants, that’s kind of a moot point.

So, that’s been my day. Oh, I finally got an appointment with the pain team! End of March, so six more weeks of agony. Then maybe I will get some relief.