Archives For Stu Heritage

The 14th of July.

Well, this morning was ghastly, but the afternoon was a joy.

We drove down to Ashford so I could visit Robyn, Stuart, Herbie and Ned, while Mommy and Daddy found a way to entertain themselves. The morning was so terrible because despite setting off before we even planned to, we arrived an hour and a half late. There was an accident on the M25, then the sat nav lady took us off to god knows where and we ended up going into and out of London. By the time we got there, I had gone through the full gamut of emotions. Importantly, the murderous rage had passed.

I love them. I got to distribute all my crocheted gifts, and they are going to try their best to stop the blanket from getting dribbled on. It actually goes very well with some of their furniture. I got to squidge Ned, and Herbie gave me some hugs when he wasn’t being a puppy or hiding in the cat house. We had lunch, then settled down to watch Despicable Me 3 (Herbie’s choice) which gave us a chance to talk because Herbie was transfixed. I asked the questions I had prepared for the podcast recording that got scuppered, so look out for that quality content on The Naughty Step.

I was forced to leave about half six, but next time they are going to come up to Birmingham instead. And it won’t be another two years!

The 15th of July.

Too warm to do much of anything today. It was just nice to be able to take the sleeve off last night, although because of the lack of sensation, it feels weirdly tickly whenever the sheet touches it. So I spent my morning writing about yesterday, not watching Sunday Brunch because Pixie Lott is, quite frankly, unbearable.

After lunch, I went upstairs to stick my feet up against the wall again (my feet got puffy during all of the driving yesterday) for a bit before the tennis started. Firmly on the side of Djokovic today – if I can’t have a storybook ending for Serena, I want it for him. Anderson has a weird dog that I don’t like.

While I watched, I typed up a late blog post, then Shaki arrived during the second set to pick up some of the donations from the cattery that we’ve been playing host to. Inevitably, she ended up staying for about an hour, seeing if Dolly might emerge but she refused. She did say that apparently there is someone who has registered interest in her so I’ll talk to them and hope to sweet baby Jesus that they are reasonable.

Djokovic won, then I found myself watching the World Cup final. Here, I wanted France to win, because when Croatia beat us they behaved like bastards. Very pleased, and now I will return to my usual state if feeling ambivalent about the majority of sport.

 

The 4th of July.

The blanket is finished! It needs a bit of ironing because the edges are slightly puckered but I am very pleased with it.

I was on my own again today, as I wished. Family went to visit some sort of castle which is really not my vibe. I did the last bits of tidying up of the blanket, then for the rest of the day, I sat and read The Rabbit Hunter. It is another excellent piece of work by Lars Kepler, except for the excessive amount of focus on Saga’s black leather bodysuit and the gratuitous sex scene that had no bearing on the story whatsoever.

I feel slightly better today. We went out for dinner. I met a nice cat.

The 5th of July.

Another day, another book read.

I was woken up by men doing things with scaffolding exceptionally loudly at 8am. Thankfully that won’t be a problem tomorrow because I’ll be up before they arrive.

Not really sure where the morning went; I watched Victoria Derbyshire, got dressed, and started reading Stuart’s book, Don’t Be A Dick, Pete. Considering I’m going to visit the Wilder-Heritages next week, I thought I should have read it.

So this afternoon, the family went on a long walk to Thorpeness, and I stayed here and read. I was very happy with my decision because I was visited by another nice kitty! A different one to yesterday; this one was black with some grey hairs. I opened the door and he enjoyed lots of stroking, then he came in to have a look around (I had already closed the doors to anywhere else) and we had a lovely time. It was nice to pet a kitty who actually appreciated it.

Home tomorrow. Then liposuction day. I’m trying to quash the idea that it might not work.

The 20th of May. 

I am feeling very excited about this weekend. Tonight is Katherine Ryan, tomorrow off to meet the Wilder-Heritages and Sunday is X-Men!

Today has not been particularly thrilling. Blog post this morning, then let the kitties run around and be mental. Lots of playfighting today. I tend to let them carry on until there is crying or growling, then I intervene. 

After lunch, I decided to go to the gym. However, that turned out to be kind of a bad idea because a) it was very busy and b) there were lots of people there who irritate me. After an hour and a bit, I’d had enough, so I binned off the rest and went home. 

Since then, I have got changed, made myself presentable and re-done my nails. I shall update after the show. 

[Time passes.]

Such a fun gig. When you enter a venue to the calypso beats of Sorry by Justin Bieber you know it’s going to be good. We were gifted an extra set of 45 minutes by her support, Stephen Bailey, who is very funny and delightfully filthy. He was not fazed by a staunch defender of Blackpool. In the interval I got taken backstage by Annie the tour manager for a brief dressing room hang, where I presented Katherine with Violet’s elephant, and we talked about my blog, how no one hits on me at the gym and the fact that we have zero chill. I always have such fun with comedy pals, and Stephen is now a member of the cool gang. 

Katherine’s set was excellent as always, and she dealt very well with the drunk chap in front of us. He was very irksome. But now I must go to bed because I have a very early start tomorrow. 

The 21st of May. 

I love it when a plan comes together. 

This morning we drove down to Ashford so I could meet Robyn, Stu and Herbie. We left at eight, stopped briefly at South Mimms for coffee, and we arrived shortly after twelve. 

Robyn was making our lunch, so Stu and I chatted and I gave Herbie his Moomin and Stu the cookies we made, which reminded him of the gift he’d got for me. It was was a magic/joke kit, from the John Lewis haberdashery because the only other thing there he could find was a make your own pants kit which he didn’t really feel was appropriate, and I concur. Besides, endless fun to be had with fake insects in ice cubes. Herbie was very shy of me at first, but soon enough I was being presented with Lala, Al Fox, books, and even his light-up shoes. I am definitely in there. 

We had a delicious pasta bake for lunch (no mushrooms) which Herbie was not enormously impressed with, but he did then enjoy lots of blueberries. He is full of anti-oxidants, that boy. Much better at fruit than me, evidenced by our pudding of chocolate cake.

After lunch, Herbie got a bit grumbly and tired so Stu took him upstairs for a nap, and Robyn and I swapped medical stories. Stu came back down and we talked about some of the weirder things that have happened, like my hallucinations, and we have a title for my imaginary future book – I Don’t Want To Be A Scone (The Waiter Only Takes The Fancy Bedpans). It’ll all make sense when it comes out, worry not. When Herbie woke up, I showed him the Moomins song on YouTube and we took some photos while I tried to get his attention by making cat noises. 

It was time to go too early; I was having such a lovely time. Meetings with Twitter friends never last long enough.