Nothing much but some Alarm Cat antics
Another day of quietly getting on with things yesterday, until the earth shook and the windows rattled, again. That passed by and everything returned to normal.
Gimme five (and feed me)
I managed to get a piece of writing ‘finished’ for the moment so now I can get to work on the new book idea and start on that proper next week, all being well. Neil was at the shop, as usual and is off back to work this morning. There was a bit of a storm last night with high winds at times, and pelting rain, but things have calmed down again this morning, and we’re promised 13 degrees tomorrow and Monday which will be good as we’ve been invited to a barbeque.
As you can probably tell, there’s not a lot of news from the desk today, I had a bit of a lie in and so have started the day late. It’s not easy to get out of bed when it’s cold and rush for a shower in the bathroom where the window doesn’t shut, but at least I don’t have to go outside to reach that bathroom. I do have to open the front door first thing though, the Alarm Cat insists on that.
Jack Cat Says...
He’ll wake you up at whatever unearthly hour he decides is time to come in, then run away so when you open the door he’s not there and you’re made to stand in the cold for a few seconds until he decides you’ve learnt your lesson. Then he’ll come pelting down the garden path from the roof where he has been waiting for the door to open (why the roof?) and then rush in shouting his head off. First breakfast must be served immediately and, if you are very quick, you can get a shower in while he has that. But more often than not he’s at the bathroom door demanding second breakfast before you even get your hair wet. So then comes the biscuit course and then the hunt for the morning ‘sleepery’, his currently favoured place is the chair with the cushion that’s by the front door, Ian’s golf chair. That’s where he is now and hopefully he will stay there quiet for a couple of hours. My next official duty is at around 11.00 when he will wake for elevenses. I’m looking forward to that.
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You’d think by now he’d be able to make his own breakfast!