The 14th of September.
Much less productive day. Big sleep, slow morning involving pain au chocolat and writing up a blog post. Mommy was out all morning at Grandma’s for a residents and relatives meeting, so I had only the kittens to chat to. Hugo is now expecting treats from me which is excellent – now I just have to get him to interact with me without the need for reward.
She came home just before lunchtime, and we had food while watching TOWIE, quite transfixed by Georgia’s underboob.
This afternoon, I had a hairwash, then sat at my computer for a couple of hours. I was talking to someone about The Sims 4 yesterday and got the urge to play, reminding me just how easy it would be to forget about the world and get lost in a game. Ignore all the shit going on in the world and concentrate on the little people I can control. Nothing horrific in there.
I did make myself leave it at half past three, and came back downstairs where I finished the scarf I’ve been making, planning what I’ll do next.
The 15th of September.
Bleah I feel rather tired and shit this evening. Maybe I’m just weary at the garbage of the world. More terrorism today, more people (Trump) wading in with their takes before we know anything.
Most of my day has been spent crocheting another scarf, this as a Christmas present for someone. I got on to my third ball of wool, by which time, the repetition had started to get to me.
Sadie and I were texting for a lot of the day. In a funny coincidence, her new housemate is a comedian I’ve seen at The Glee, Mark Simmons. He was supporting Seann Walsh. I would accuse her of trying to infiltrate my comedy gang, but to be fair, he isn’t in it.
Ugh I just want to go to bed but it is not time yet. I hope I feel better next week because Wednesday to Saturday are really busy. All stuff I want/need to do, but I am going to be knackered at the end.