It's been a while since I've filled you in on the events in my life... mainly because there haven't been any events worth filling you in on!
Dad is still in hospital, still confused... work is still (eurgh) work... college is still difficult... and I'm still alive. I know you don't come here to be depressed, so if all I've got is depressing stuff, then I tend not to post for a day or two (see how considerate I am to you, dear blog readers!?).
On the funny front (but slightly infuriating) my littlest cat is driving me round the twist just now... she keeps wanting to play in the middle of the night, and after Sunday I'm thinking to hire her out as a cat burglar...
I was relaxing and watching TV when I suddenly became aware of the fact I'd not seen her around for a while, but I didn't think too much about it - until I went to the loo, and the door to Dad's room was open. "Funny," thinks I, "I've not been in there today". So I turned on the light and peeped in, and there, lying on the bed, is a very guilty-looking Minnie! Damn furball knows she's not meant to be in there, although she sits outside the door and begs for ages... but now she's worked out how to open the door, so I've had to take precautions and tie it shut - mainly because the last time she was in there, she got stuck on top of the wardrobe!
So, does anyone want a cat?
Well, I guess I'll go now and visit Dad. I don't know whether to hope he's asleep so I can just sit and watch him, or to hope he's awake and have to listen to him asking about "the fire in the corner... the kids stealing things... the old man who has nicked his folding bicycle" and all the other things that go on in his world at the moment.
Sorry... I'm depressing you again...
Dad is still in hospital, still confused... work is still (eurgh) work... college is still difficult... and I'm still alive. I know you don't come here to be depressed, so if all I've got is depressing stuff, then I tend not to post for a day or two (see how considerate I am to you, dear blog readers!?).
On the funny front (but slightly infuriating) my littlest cat is driving me round the twist just now... she keeps wanting to play in the middle of the night, and after Sunday I'm thinking to hire her out as a cat burglar...
I was relaxing and watching TV when I suddenly became aware of the fact I'd not seen her around for a while, but I didn't think too much about it - until I went to the loo, and the door to Dad's room was open. "Funny," thinks I, "I've not been in there today". So I turned on the light and peeped in, and there, lying on the bed, is a very guilty-looking Minnie! Damn furball knows she's not meant to be in there, although she sits outside the door and begs for ages... but now she's worked out how to open the door, so I've had to take precautions and tie it shut - mainly because the last time she was in there, she got stuck on top of the wardrobe!
So, does anyone want a cat?
Well, I guess I'll go now and visit Dad. I don't know whether to hope he's asleep so I can just sit and watch him, or to hope he's awake and have to listen to him asking about "the fire in the corner... the kids stealing things... the old man who has nicked his folding bicycle" and all the other things that go on in his world at the moment.
Sorry... I'm depressing you again...
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