… because I seem to have been very absent.
Well, ok. I know why I haven’t been blogging, and it’s not because hayfever did get the better of me (despite what Mr Anonymous suspected from my last post). However, work /did/ get the better of me for April and May, and I’ve only really just caught up with myself in the past few weeks.
So what has happened? Well….
Work happened. Lots of it, with lots of accompanying stress and long hours and hair-tearing. But it was all over and done with, with much rejoicing, on May 31st…
… which was the day that George was killed by a couple of greyhounds, which completely ruined my good mood. But at least I never have to wonder again about who he’s living with and where he is; he’s buried in my back garden, safe and sound. I do miss him though.
I bought a new car at the beginning of June - a bloody big diesel-fuelled dark blue Nissan Primera - and Colin & I took it all over Wales in the middle of June. Ferry to Holyhead from Dun Laoghaire on Saturday 9th; a night’s stay in Llandudo; a drive the length of Wales down to Barry to stay with my parents; much visiting of relatives and places (a couple of trips into Cardiff, and a visit to the Roman Baths in Bath); a night’s stay in Llangollen on the way back up, and then the ferry home again on Sunday 17th.
My birthday present from Colin was an engagement ring to replace the one I’d lost that I’d had last year in June - garnet & silver again, naturally. On my birthday, I also got a new cat, Clover, who’s a skinny little tabby about a year old. She’s my lap-cat replacement for George, although I’d already arranged to have her well before he died (she was being looked after by a friend who volunteers for the rehoming centre, and had already had her kittens rehomed). She’s a sweet girl and I’m very fond of her already - she’s settling in with the other 3 ok.
Had a week off work in July too, and cleared out the study so we could paint it. I have several other decorating projects in mind for the summer, too, especially since my parents will be over at the start of September. It’s a good excuse to clear out various rooms though… but I have to sort through all the junk that came out of the study first into keep/chuck/charity piles, before we can start on anything else.
I need to start my regular blogging again, anyway. It’s good for my creativity (which was entirely stifled by trying to meet my last work deadline) and I really need to start writing other things again, too.
Just under nine weeks to my next deadline anyway, and I’m going to try and enjoy having a busy life for the next few months.
… but it had to be done. I can’t help reading it fast the first time. I’m too greedy and impatient to ration it out as friends of mine do; I had to read it in one sitting (just under three hours) and never mind the fact that I spent the final 40 minutes desperate for the loo but unwilling to move. The re-read was much more leisurely and almost more enjoyable in some ways because I could see where things were leading.
… because he deigned to come home and snuggle with me.
Actually, that’s a misrepresentation of the truth. What actually happened is that while driving home this morning, I spotted him sitting in the driveway of a house further up our road. So, I parked in our drive, and walked back to him. He came straight away when I called him, so I picked him up and carried him home.
So he didn’t actually come home by choice. Although once he was in the house, he seemed happy enough; he spent some time in my lap, and then some more time sleeping on the bed next to Colin. He spent about 2 hrs in before I let him go out and raid the food bowl in the garage.
I hope he comes home of his own accord next time…
… which is really uncomfortable. My sinuses have flared up too many times this winter, and I haven’t bothered going to the doctor at all, which is probably a mistake. But oh well. Sudafed & painkillers do the trick. Eventually.
… or rather, at the fact he’s come home again today, voluntarily, and has spent the last 3 hrs dozing in his favourite chair. He must have decided that he loves me again.
… because when I walked home after dropping my car at the mechanic’s, there he was, sat outside the house to which Colin & I suspect he’s decamped.
He responded to his name (although he was more interested in staring into the bush after something small and feathery/furry) and let me pick him up. I carried him home, and he got plenty of pettings, eye drops, treats and a name/address/phone number tag on his collar.
Although he was fairly schmoozy, he wanted out again after a while and I had to let the little bastard go. We watched him wander round outside the house for a bit before he decided to head off in the direction of his new home… the git!
But at least he’s now tagged, so we’ll see what happens. He’s obviously being fed and loved /somewhere/.