I guess this is the theme tune for tonight…….
Have fun everybody but watch out for all those ghouls and goblins.
I guess this is the theme tune for tonight…….
Have fun everybody but watch out for all those ghouls and goblins.
It seems that the forecasts of a National disaster following Brexit are still in play.
Theresa May is cast in the role of devil’s child because she’s to take the negotiations for our decision forward into Europe. Perhaps some don’t remember that she was not a Brexiteer but was in the Bremain Camp. Nor at the time of the referendum could she forsee the result and know she would be Prime Minister now. Despite that, she has agreed to do the honourable thing and carry the wishes of the majority forward.
Most of the doom and gloom that was forecast hasn’t happened and there must have been many shocked faces this week when a large car manufacturer declared they would be staying in the UK and taking forward two new models. The Government spokesman said there was no cheque book involved in the decision. No offer to pay any future tariff for them. I’m not naive enough not to think there wouldn’t have been some give and take on the day though but there have always been concessions made to bring the big manufacturers here and anywhere else.
It won’t be an easy ride for whoever is in Europe making the case for the UK and I’m quite sure there will be plenty of representatives of the other European countries who will want to extract blood for what they see as an insult. That’s fine as with all the predictions we have from over here will no doubt give them plenty of ideas what to do. I saw that billions of our £’s will be lost in penalties for leaving. It would be nice not to hear that one mooted too often. To my mind, when Britain leaves, as leave it must now, we still remain exactly where we are, a neighbour. We will no longer be a part of the Union but like we were before the Union was in place we can still be friends, still co-operate on many things like NATO and information on criminal enterprises. Whatever they do, we shall still be right in place as a possible customer for much of their produce. Be spiteful and we might buy elsewhere.
It must be remembered too that we weren’t the only country who have considered leaving the Union and many will be watching our fate. Yes, they may hope that being hard on us will serve as a warning to others but it could also make others wish to leave even more than remain as part of a spiteful group. This week there has been much hair pulling as Canada, ready to sign a trade deal with the Union was held up by five small places in Belgium, which prevented Belgium from signing. That can happen again and again. Brexit means we will no longer be held at the whim of such a small legislative body that wields so much power. One of the main reasons for the Brexiteers winning the referendum was to pull away from governance via Belgium and have the opportunity to set our own laws again. The losers cry that this will mean all the laws adopted from the EU will disappear like the Human Rights Act. This is a nonsense. All EU laws will be taken off our books when Brexit happens, but many will be adopted straight onto our own statutes at the same time. The Human Rights Act was always contentious with many because of Sherie Blair’s involvement in it. She seemed to be involved in some very expensive (i.e money earning) litigation from day one. Yes, I freely admit to not being a fan of the Blairs. Nothing has changed.
I’ve heard that the young blame the old for Brexit and yet I know that many young people voted to leave. Also, should the young not recognise that older people have more experience of life and don’t make decisions based on cheap travel abroad. There may come a time in the future when stepping back into the fold is possible and they can vote again knowing they’ll be committed to adopting the Euro in the face of the elderly who don’t want it.
What I’m suggesting is that the Bremain people give it a while longer to see if we have concrete news of what the exit is going to cost us and stop worrying about what if’s and maybes until there’s something to worry about. At that time they can moan at what they don’t like but I hope also remember that regardless of what they want, it was a majority decision to leave and it’s that which forces Theresa May to act on our behalf. Even the Brexiteers will find something to moan about if costs soar as we’re told they will and at that time we’ll accept all the ‘Told You So’s’ that people want to throw.
I see charts that show how unfair it was that democracy wasn’t served during the referendum because so many people were not allowed to vote. It started with 16-17 year olds. Since it isn’t the law in the UK for that age group to vote and legislation wasn’t brought in before the event except in Scotland to change that, it’s just another excuse to moan. There’s no saying it would have changed anything anyway. And those Brits who have settled abroad, well maybe they should have been given the vote for this event but they weren’t so why include them now? Last but not least, those who did not vote were mentioned. Again I suggest you cannot say dragging them out would have changed things. Within the legal framework of the vote held in a Country recognised as a democracy the vote still went in favour of the Brexiteers even if just by a million. A democracy is one where the majority win, even by just one vote. Please just suck it up and get on with making sure the country weathers any storms. Save yourselves for the next battle. If Bremain had won we’d have had to grit our teeth and carried on. A lot is starting to sound like sour grapes now rather than considered opinion.
In conclusion ( to cheers no doubt). This week I saw part of a news programme that showed some Polish people who had returned home sure they were no longer welcome here and labelled as benefit scroungers. This is a sign that people are grabbing onto to show we have adopted a policy of containment and are now xenophobic. I want to say I have known many Polish People. They have all been hardworking and not in the least workshy. Britain has a long tradition of welcoming Poles to the UK and for me nothing has changed. The Brexiteers will have to accept that our Hotels and Hospitals are going to need the movement of people to cover jobs that it seems we are reluctant to fill ourselves and that we must adopt a policy of protection for their working hours and their pay which are in the Human Rights Act currently. Things may not be too different after all.
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It rained continuously all the last light. I was bored. I seemed to spend my time moving from one sleeping place to another and I know it’s possible I was grouchy. Not likely but just possible. I did go and sit on the front step outside the big clearway a couple of times to try and will the rain to stop but that didn’t seem to work, and I couldn’t do it too often as the longlegs shut the clearway and sometimes forget I’m out there. I only managed because the clearway had to be opened to guests and I was able to get back in. It’s clear they were having a party and I think it may have been for my ‘The Her’. I could hear the constant clink of their bowls hitting each other as the Longlegs say “Cheers” and they had plenty of food. On this occasion I stayed away though the smells did tempt me because there were too many of their big paws around to tread on me. I was also wary as my ‘The Him’ didn’t seem too thrilled when one female Longlegs extended her hand towards me and I showed her what Finger food really means. Well, how am I to know that fingers coming towards me don’t always mean food. I’m pretty sure she’ll heal alright though.
So, I was bored. Towards the end of the light the guests left and I wandered through to the eating place where my dishes are kept. Lo and behold they were full of treats. Salmon, tuna and even shrimp. Someone had even dropped a sandwich full of ham and there was good lick-able butter on the bread. I had a feast, but it is possible I may have rushed things a bit instead of savouring it because I was a little sick. I would probably have been OK had I not done it in front of my ‘The Him’ on his carpet and over his paw coverings. He didn’t seem to be willing to offer me comfort and there was no, “Oh poor Oscar”, just an almighty roar of “What the!!!”. He stomped off out of the room muttering to himself as my ‘The Her’ came through to clean the carpet. “You never learn do you Oscar?” she said but did give me a quick hug.
My ‘The Him’ returned with fresh covers on his paws and took his seat, The muttering had stopped. He patted the place beside him and I jumped up knowing he’d forgiven me. Of course he really had no choice in that since he works to look after me. I walked across his knees and back. As I started the journey again he stopped me and gave me a hug. “Settle down now Oscar, I want to read the paper”.
I completed the journey and on the return I settled on his knee to rest. He picked up the paper and started to read. After a few moments he said “Just listen to this Julia my Dear” and read something out. She looked up at him and nodded as he spoke but continued with her knitting. He was quiet again and I tried to sleep.
There was no chance of that as he said “and the Government want to..” before he himself was interrupted.”David Dear, do be quiet, I’ll read the paper myself later, don’t spoil it”. I turned around and started to settle again and heard “Do stop wriggling Oscar, I think I’ll make a cup of tea Dear, would you like one?” as he stood up pushing me to the floor.
I gathered myself and walked over to settle with my ‘The Her’ instead but she wouldn’t let me up on her knee because of her knitting. They never seem to realise their priorities. I settled on the arm of her seat but that wasn’t going to work as her in and out elbow kept catching my ear. I gave it up as a bad job and left. I knew they’d miss me but it was their own fault. They’d had their chance. I settled on my ‘The Hers’ sleeping place and finished my nap.
The decision had been made yesterday that we’d go to The Tweed Mill today and see if there was inspiration for Christmas. Every little helps. As also wanted Afon Wen(White River) antiques centre we’d have a meal in one of the two places despite knowing they’re overpriced. Mike dutifully got up at 8.30 am and because I didn’t put our usual Sunday morning programmes on there were no distractions.
We were out for 10.00 am and on our way to The Tweed Mill at St. Asaph. We arrived at 10.20 am and found we could walk around inside even though it didn’t open until half past. There was a good display of Christmas gifts but the one gift I was concentrating on was for a minimalist. Not easy but I think I managed ( more or less lol).
At noon we went for lunch. I quite enjoyed mine though more potato would have been welcome so I pinched one of Mike’s. The thing I missed most in the steak, ale and mushroom pie was the mushroom….there was certainly enough room for some. After lunch and a cigarette outside, we hit the upstairs. Not a lot of inspiration there so we went downstairs to pay for things we’d reserved behind the counter. Then we headed off to Afon Wen.
At Afon Wen I was lucky enough to get a couple of coins I wanted before we needed to indulge in a drink in their restaurant. Another short waltz round then homeward bound. Glory be, I’m cruppered. I couldn’t hit the mail when I got back because Mike was still here so I waited round chatting until after he’d arranged Ju’s flowers. Once he decided to start for his home at 5.00 pm I was able to come through and start. Poor Joey had to do without company until 8.00 pm. Then he got an hour before it was time for my drugs and back to work.
3.25 am seemed to be the time that attracted me today. My brain came to life to realise that it needed to play catch up with my legs that were already on their way out of bed. Luckily it wasn’t but a sparrow fart to the computer chair. I turned on and ploughed into the multitude of messages that were waiting. By 5.00 pm there were still a few to deal with but two thing were now a priority, the kitchen and my meds and a visit to the loo before I started bladder leakage programme on the bedroom floor. I must have been jer, jer, jigglin’ for a while judging by the speed I had to move. Thing is, my legs are on the move all the time sitting here so I can’t always tell what for.
I took my meds and had breakfast (Shreddies, no not the underpants kind) then took the antibiotic, the steroids (check out the Moobs!) Had my after meal diabetic tabs. I swear I rattle when I move. I put the washing machine on then brought a coffee back to my desk to carry on with the mail. At 6.20 am I was just about up to date so took my coffee mug back to the kitchen, turned the drier on and then sat with Joey and watched the news. I’m waiting for the day they say All wars are over, mankind is turning over a new leaf. Sometimes man needs a light to guide him towards peace, you have a choice to carry the light or be the light. I’m not holding my breath still though, maybe one day?
I alternated between periods doing messages, periods with Joey and periods answering the door to the postman and delivery men. Christmas is being whittled down fast. The day passed quickly but relatively peacefully. In bed for a read at 11.10 pm.
I wasn’t very happy that after turning my light off at 12.15 am for sleep, I find myself staring at 1.47 am on the clock. I had slept but who knows for how long. I need to be on a bus at 7.30 am but this was taking preparation time to new levels. I did the only thing I could, no, not annoy Joey, I started on my mail and opened ebay. At 4.00 am I’d just paid for a purchase (never miss a chance) then decided to go and take my meds and have breakfast. Today 2 rounds of toast, one with strawberry jam. I took my coffee back to the desk.By 7.30 am I was dressed for the rain, Joey’s door was open but the lounge door was shut and all lights were out. I walked up to the bus stop.
There were two more people waiting but they were kind enough to let me on first. I found my usual seat (not that it was lost but maybe a little misguided). Once the journey was under way I sent a text to Yvonne to let her know, then I closed my eyes as usual and pretended I was asleep. I was mortified to find out I really was asleep when I was pulled out of it by a voice asking where I was going today as we were in Chester. The driver had got out of his cabin to come wake me. I think he expected to find a corpse on the seat when he got close. I hopped off pretty smartish and went to find Yvonne and the kids. The first stop was for coffee to wake me up and a loo to get rid of the last one. After the usual argument about who pays I sat down defeated and put Amelie on my knee. She’s all bounce and made me feel like a tramampoline.
Needless to say we looked round shops all morning until Roobs began to show signs of being weary poor lamb. We walked to my bus stop and I tried to get them to go home rather than wait. It was like being escorted off the premises. Then Reuben was suddenly caught short so they had to dash off to the nearest loo anyway. They arrived back as my bus did so I got my final kisses. And yes, I did fall asleep on the return journey too but was awake in Holywell and stayed that way for the last three stops. A quick call in to Pauline’s and then the final dash to home hoping to open the front door before I went through it in search of the loo.
I woz robbed. I got up just before 6.00 am to go to the loo and was delighted to have slept so long. t was only on the return journey, now wide awake ready to face the day I found it was 2.52 am. I sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed for a few minutes to see if sleep could be induced but all I could sense was the laughter of Somnos ( the small god of sleep, see the Blog Cast List). So I started work and that seemed to go on and on. I took a break to
annoy sit with Joey from 6.15 am to almost 7.30 am then it was back to it. At 9.14 am I got dressed and I’m so glad I did as that was the time the postman decided to knock with my next batch of parcels. Once those were checked and stored I left feedback.
I’ve decided to be honest.After doing the post this morning I’ve seen that I don’t care for haiku very much. I’ve always enjoyed the richness of language employed in poetry and we have some excellent poets online, but the haiku with it’s minimalist emotion and starved format just isn’t my cup of tea. It won’t stop me tweeting them but the likes will definitely be more frugal.
I had a fancy for sausage and chips today but it was pouring at lunchtime so I settled on some micro chips and curry sauce. It’s less than I would have eaten from the chippy he cried. After lunch I stole an hour for sleep from 1.00 till 2.00 ish pm then came back to work to keep as clear as possible with Dil coming . Play went well and was fun but I’m refusing to say who won. After he left at 9.30 pm I washed the pots, wished Joey good night, took my meds and came through to work ( and grumble) until 11.20 pm when it was time to read in bed.
I’d like to thank my friend Debby Kaye for her intercession with Somnos. Last night she must have distracted him quite a bit as I slept between 12.30 am and 4.45 am, possibly up to a whole 4 hours. I don’t want to leave her having to be his new infatuation for long in case Debby decides she might need some sleep herself, but one more night would be fantastic, hint, hint.
I went through to the loo before going to take my morning meds and have breakfast. I just had a round of toast this morning because something happened last night at 11.20 pm which I’m not admitting to. Luckily no-one could believe that I decided I needed a chip butty at that time could they? Coming back there was plenty of mail when I signed in which was understandable given my absence away from the screen. It took me until 7.10 am to catch up and take a short break with Joey.
At 9.00 am I had to go to buy some stamps from the Post Office. I needed milk and bread from Pauline’s so thought I could collect my new lottery tickets at the same time. I got my stamps before realising I’d come out without my lottery list. Damnation. I got my bred and milk then walked home to drop them off before returning again with my list. Lottery done it was back home and lock myself in until the postman comes. I was almost caught up with mail when the postman arrived with 4 new mystery parcels for me. I have to forget what I’ve ordered so I can be surprised and excited. Mind you, some take so long it’s almost true.
I watched the last of the three confrontations between the presidential candidates at 11.00 am. I came a way feeling how the hell could either of these people have the nerve to stand for this great office. Will Hillary Clinton be the next President to be impeached? She is by far the better of the two candidates but she has a politicians way of ignoring any inconvenient questions by answering with something that no-one wants to know. Having said that, she is erudite and quite calm while he is a mess. He talks with his hands but they seem to know few gestures and as for policy, who knows what either is promising as the battle before me was one of personalities. Throwing insults at your opposition seems to be an art form in the cult of personalities when you don’t have good policies to show. I’d say the big losers here are the American people.
I had a message from Mike to say he was on his way about 3.45 pm so I concentrated on clearing as much as I could to be ready for his arrival. That happened about 6.15 pm so while I heard the great sighs of relief after the journey I made a coffee to start filling him up again. We talked about our week as we watched TV and then he stuck his head in his tablet and watched his beloved Manchester United win a game 4-1. I came through at just gone 9.30 am to catch up on mail and was still here at 11.25 pm. It’s now 11.33 pm and I’m turning off and turning in for the night.
Hugs to all.
I read until 12.30 am this morning then was pretty sure I’d get to sleep. It was correct, I did. Morning snuck up on me without me realising it was a fraud. I paid a visit to the loo then came back ready and willing to work to find it was just 2.58 am. I’d barely had time to reach a REM cycle,( I think I got as far as Everybody Hurts). Reluctantly now I started work and stayed there until 4.00 am when I went to take my meds, do my meds for the next week and have breakfast. I brought a coffee back to my desk at 4.40 am and started again. By 5.27 am I was up to date and went to see what the news had to offer. What it kindly had to offer was an extra half hour’s kip.
At 7.50 am I decided I’d better go play catch up again. Somehow over 60 pieces had appeared since I left the room so I had to work at it. The next thing I knew it was 9.10 am and I could hear Mike attempting to leave his lungs in the bathroom while he went back for a coffee. I went t see to the drink for him. We both sat quietly in the lounge waiting for the day to make an impression on us. It had already done so on Joey who was singing up a storm, only perhaps the word singing is a kindness too far since he sounded like a bag of cats.
At 10.00 am the postman had been and I’d started watching Homes Under the Hammer, I know I’d seen all three properties so it must have gone 10.30 am, but I was poisoned, drugged or time had churned a little too quickly. I know this because I suddenly came to and it was now 11.35 am. The TV was still on but I was all alone (apart from Joey) and by my side as another delivery. I couldn’t possibly go and start peeling hings with which to make my lunch now so I returned to work. I stayed there catching up again until 12.50 pm then made myself a sandwich to eat whilst watching Cold Case.
The afternoon was spent catching up again though I had a break at 3.30 pm to 4.15 pm. Once 5.15 am came I was on the TV with my programmes. Poor Mike had sent a message to say he was on his way back and then another one to say he was stuck in a massive traffic jam. It took him until 9.00 pm to get back instead of 6.00 pm. His bladder must be cast iron.
At 9.40 pm I excused myself to come and work but when he came through to speak to me I caught him up in a problem I’m having in the hopes it would clarify things. I was also a little worried as Amelie is poorly and Yvonne seems to be under some strain. At 11.46 pm I decided to turn off and head for my book.
Maybe I was sleeping on the wrong side this morning because it seemed to take a long time to turn over and get up. When I did so I sat on the edge of the bed for a minute to try and work out who I was and what I was doing there. The latter became of prime importance when my bladder tried sending smoke signals to my brain. I made it safely to the loo.
I’d been asleep since about 1.00 am as I’d felt tired all day yesterday. It was now 3.55 am so rather than start any work, I went to take my morning meds and have some breakfast. Cornflakes today if you’re interested. Actually, cornflakes today even if you’re not. Somehow that took me until 4.40 am so I took my coffee through and started the day’s mail. I knew I’d only work until about 5.30 am before breaking off to do the rubbish and recycling collection. Somehow, I did the last piece of mail in the early batch at 5.25 am so I was fine for a break.
At 6.00 am after the rubbish was outside for collection, I came back inside for the Battle of Alarm Bay. The first skirmish started at 6.00 am on the dot when Mike’s alarm goes off and I try to get his coffee ready before he ignores it and goes back to sleep. I didn’t quite manage it this morning and had to wake him with the news his coffee was on the table in the lounge. I thought the message had got through from the encouraging grunts I got. He went back to sleep regardless until the second alarm woke him at 6.05 , at 6.10 am and finally at 6.15 am when he went through to the lounge to fall asleep in his chair. We still managed with a bit of prodding to be out of the house by 7.30 am and it was exciting today as we were going somewhere different to do something different this morning. A secret mission with Christmas in mind.
We were successful and able to head back towards Flint in order to have a coffee at Temptations. Then we did a little frozen food shopping which we took straight home and Mike made me put it away even though it was his turn. Before we went back out for lunch I decided to leave feedback on a parcel delivered this morning. Bert brought it round when he saw the car. Only problem was, I lost it. High and low, low and high we searched. I knew I’d put it in a shopping bag to carry it but those were long emptied. At last inspiration… I told Mike to open the boot to see if it had dropped out. It hadn’t, but it was inside a shopping bag Mike was keeping in the car with his stuff. PHEW!!
We went into Holywell for lunch to the Top Bells. I had a mushroom omelette and chips, Mike had fish and chips. From there we went gift hunting and promptly forgot the other shop we were intending to hit and just came home. I worked hard on my mail while someone else went to sleep and ignored the bird who then gave him the bird. I went through at 5.30 am in the hopes of
falling asleep too finding something exciting to watch. Both sleep and TV were hard to come by with the snoring from the next chair so I tried reading the TV mag and imagining what I could be watching. Typical, the minute I thought about watching a Sandra Bullock film, Mike woke up to play chaperone or to move in on he himself. At 9.00 pm I gave up and came through to work and find a way to hide the lottery millions I’m going to win away from him. Serves him right.
Have a Wonderful Weekend everybody. Masses of Hugs all round.
I’m still lying here resting my poor sore paw and that takes some saying I promise. I know some of you will say “Huh, he’s just lazy as the paw should be healing now”. But, although the paw is healing a bit, I’m feeling the arthritis beginning to bite now and its getting harder to move. Still, it gives me time to gather my thoughts and share them with you all.
This light had me thinking about language. I’m a well educated Superior and have come into contact with many Longlegs. Over time there seem to have been Longlegs visiting from all parts of this globe. I have heard the mangled English of America, the gutteral German, the temptation of Italian and the relaxed tones of Spanish. I’ve heard the Urgency of French, the leadership of Portuguese, the sing-song of Chinese and the melody of Welsh. I’ve heard those and more but it always surprises me that no Longlegs ever talks the Miaow language of Superiors. Nor have they one language understood the World over the way Miaow is. I can meet and greet a Superior from any part of the World because he speaks the same language as me. This is of course just further proof of why we are Superiors. They have to learn new languages all the time to communicate.
All this of course made me wonder about education and whether that’s what sets us apart from the Longlegs. Just listen to this…..they send their kittens away to be educated ! Yes it’s true, they go out in the light time and come home before the dark time and they go and learn things in large groups. I’ve heard of some things they learn like counting, that’s good but you only need count things like the claws on your paws really. They learn reading, which for them is good because they send things to each other in writing. They learn about other Countries, which is good if you live there but why bother if you only live here? They learn things which are useful like the females learn to cook my chicken and the males to build houses for me to live in, but that’s only because we Superiors have decreed it thus for our own needs, after all the Longlegs have the opposing thumb we don’t have. Yes, I’m sure that’s just something else we Superiors decreed.
What the Longlegs don’t have is the instinct we are born with. What they don’t have is a Superior’s education given by a parent of how to stalk and catch food, of how to organise Longlegs to do things for us. And this is given at home with no need to send us away during the light time. Our lives are far less complicated.
One thing we should envy the Longlegs though is life. We have nine lifetimes to learn things and start very early whereas the Longlegs live many more lifetimes. They start learning late but keep learning all the time so they may actually serve more than one Superior during that time. It would be nice if we had more than our nine lives so we could keep training the Longlegs under our care though I’m not sure I’d want to live the hundreds of years they do, after all I’ve seen what happens to their fur when they get old, it disappears and they have try and comb what’s left to cover the patches. I certainly wouldn’t want that as my fur is luxurious. Everyone should be as jealous of my fur as they are of my wit and charm, my education and training skills. Talking of which, it’s time I put my language skills to good use and suggested to my ‘The Him’ that he fills my dish with chicken.
I was up at 2.10 am but decided I liked my neighbours enough to keep the noise down. Therefore I didn’t go in to Joey, didn’t turn the TV on and left the washing machine alone. Instead I decided to start the post. That kept me going until 5.00 am when it seemed a good time to medicate myself and have breakfast. First though I set the washer to Quickwash and let ‘er rip. By the time I’d finished the sprays, tablets and then eaten breakfast too, the washing was done and I could set it to dry and disappear.
Back to my mail with both incoming and outgoing comments I managed another hour until at 6.30 ish I thought maybe I could manage a little snooze. This time I did go to Joey and with a word of apology I turned the TV on to the news. I knew before I did it that it would be a mistake but hey, that’s never stopped me before. So as I shut my eyes to try and relax there a far too much noise about the Cousin’s current merry go round election debacle. I left myself wondering if they shouldn’t call it all off and just appoint the Independent as President. Apart from not knowing where A…LEPPO is he seemed pleasant enough.
Most of the day was on the computer catching up or keeping up with mail. I don’t think there’s a corner of the World I’ve left untouched now. Eventually I turned off at 11.30 pm and went to bed to read for a while. Coughing well.
Up at 3.08 am . Not feeling well and coughing fit to wake the neighbours streets away. No way I can visit Chester like this. Still, looking on the bright side, I won’t get my knee cap gnawed and I’m unlikely to get rugby tackled to the ground, and that’s just by Yvonne in an argument about who pays for coffee.
At 5.00 am I went to take the diet pills, meaning the pills that constitute my diet, and have some small breakfast. Today it was half a round of toast. Not wanting to return to the mail yet I went to sit in the lounge after breakfast. On went the news and the brightness of the TV disturbed Joey so I had to apologise. Thing was, I had to look round to see who’d spoken. It can’t have been me. This was a dark brown, husky voice that Joey responded to and it sounded like it was coming from my boots, which incidentally were still in my bedroom. My throat felt fine but the echoes came from my chest area.
I rested up as much as possible but waited until Sharon came at 1.30 pm before going to lie on my bed to cogitate. Strange the snoring sound that accompanied it.
Had to admit defeat this morning and start taking emergency antibiotics and steroids. I can imagine the glee of “I told you so’s” from certain quarters. I didn’t have long to wait. I rested up for the day, mainly by leaning on the computer table and keeping the post going. Had a visit from my new warden ??? Where’d Bev go? and also my chemist friend with new drugs.
As I’m not expecting Mike today ( he’s at a birthday party for one of his grandsons), I can at least avoid more sarcasm about leaving things long enough to get pneumonia. I was up at 3.20 am , breakfasted at 5.00 am when I took my meds then sat with Joey until 8.30 am. After getting washed and dressed I went to Pauline’s to restock the cupboard then came home to relax. I needed too as the short walk had knackered me. Still, no excuse needed for the after lunch kip today.
Damn me if I didn’t get a text at about 9.00 pm to say Mike’s on his way. Perhaps he didn’t get a piece of cake. It was midnight before he got here, I was still awake. We both had a piece of cake. I made him coffee while he told me of the accident he’d been caught by just up the road that had delayed him quarter of an hour. It was almost 1.30 am before I put my book down in an attempt to sleep.
Up at 3.16 am and as it’s too early for breakfast yet I did the early morning mail until 4.30 am. Mike got up at 8.30 ish or 8.30 and three alarm calls. I was watching Frazier by the time he came through for his coffee. He left at 10.00 am to go to see his father in Manchester. I’m afraid being one of those delicate alpine flowers (idle swine) I didn’t get dressed all day. Joey and I held party on our own.
I went for a shower at 7.00 pm and Mike arrived home just before I went through so was able to do my hair for me. It was ridiculous the recovery time needed after just trying to hand dry my hair, maybe I should have used a towel as well?
I didn’t even manage 2 hours last night and was up at 2.15 am. By the time 6.00 am came round with Mike’s first alarm I was up to date with the mail, I’d seen to the rubbish and recycling which was now waiting for collection at the front, and I’d made his coffee and left it on the table in the lounge. I saw to Joey’s food and water then returned to my mail for a while. Mike got up at 6.20 am but we were still out of the house by 7.15 am.
We’d done the bulk of the shopping by 8.30 am, packed the car and had a cigarette. We drove to The Range where Mike had his breakfast toastie and once we’d had a coffee I looked round for Christmas inspiration. I got a little bit. Next we hit Flint which was followed by a drink at Temptations then a ride to The Bells of St Mary’s for lunch. We had anther port of call when lunch was over which was another supermarket for some dark chocolate choc ices. Finally I and my jelly legs could go home. After unpacking the shhopping and putting it away, I came through to catch up on mail while Mike cut some card to fit memory frames I bought a few weeks ago. Once done we filled them with Crown coins from 1951 to 1981 (8 in total) which make a beautiful display. I also sorted some crowns out missing from Mike’s collection, 1960, 1937 and 1935. It must have been 5.00 pm before we were able to relax.
Have a wonderful week everyone. xxx Massive Hugs xxx
As the light was rising so was the warmth. It was comfortable on my ‘The Hers’ sleeping place but far better to be out and about. The small clearspace was open in her room but that would mean a long walk round the building. Far better to start by going out of the large clearway at the front.
I moved to sit by it. No-one was around. I called out but got no response. I called again a little louder but no-one came. This is not how it’s supposed to work at all, that’s why I chose these longlegs. I cannot be blamed for taking the drastic action I took next as I was being ignored.
My ‘The Him’ was on his sleeping place, lying on his back and making that stupid grunting noise he seems to make. How unfair that I had to disturb myself to get up and walk this far only to find he would rather sleep than open my clearway. I took action.
I started gently because of my innate kindness and only nibbled his ear gently. The insertion of my nose only caused him to shake his head and grunt a little more. So I bit his ear and withdrew quickly. He sat up, eyes open wide, hand going to his ear and coming away a little red. Not much, but a little. Lesson learned I think.
His legs swung out of the sleeping place quicker than I thought and I was virtually thrown to the floor in his haste. Of course as a Superior I know how to land well but he shouldn’t have done it and I stored the memory. For safety I edged away while he put on his funny fur feet and followed me…….. as far as the clearway where I sat down and waited. He also came to a halt and for a moment I thought he was going to suggest I was in the wrong. Luckily for him he didn’t. As I looked towards the handle he got the message loud and clear and opened my clearway. I heard him grumble something about 5 o’clock as I walked out and narrowly missed losing my tail as the clearway was once again shut.
Ginger was sitting by the gate basking in the warmth and mewed as I approached. We exchanged information on how we had spent the dark time and I allowed him to best me with his story of how he had caught an ugly flying thing that tasted like furry leather. Not nice at all. In truth he had bested me because I had not hunted and caught nothing at all. I had in fact been to the village and sat outside a house where longlegs had a lot of lights, had made plenty of noise but from which rich smells had come. It was that I was going to investigate now. Ginger decided to come with me.
We walked through the village, my village and saw only a few longlegs about. There was the woman who posts things who had jumped when my ‘The Him’ had put a fast running thing on the step. How silly, she was so much bigger. Soon we came to the house. The lights had gone and so had the noise but some of the smells still lingered but they came from round the back. We investigated. There were stacks of bottles that we had to jump over, but our noses, under my leadership of course soon found the source of the smell. Unfortunately it had a lid on, and the lid did not want to come off. How lucky that I have a Superiors brain skills, especially where food is concerned. I had Ginger go behind, brace his back against the wall of the house and raise his front paws to push over the container. I sat and supervised while he rocked it until it started to fall.
It landed with a terrible clang but the lid fell off. I pulled out a bag that held a fish smell and retreated behind the garden wall to eat. I suggested Ginger stay and search for something that smelled right to him. He agreed, and was half in and half out of the container when a clearway opened, a head looked out and a shoe was thrown. Poor Ginger, right on his tail ! He ran and instead of stopping behind the wall to join me, kept on running. I enjoyed a feast before picking a nice shrimp from the bag and carrying it home and leaving it beside my gate for Ginger or one of the others.
Fed and content I walked round the house and jumped in my clearway where I settled down on the end of my ‘The Him’s’ sleeping place so he could stroke me when he woke. I am so kind and thoughtful like that.
When Mike left to go home last Sunday I scuttled through to my bedroom and started work. It was 7.00 pm and dark before I’d finished. I went through to the lounge to put the light on for Joey who wasn’t very approving of my being so late. He gave me quite a mouthful, the force of which made him nod his head.. I didn’t dare laugh. I mention it now because I can hear him chunnering so it must be getting dark this week too.
To ward of the berating I turned his light on. It wasn’t too dark luckily. However it doesn’t seem to have stopped him dressing in his angry hat which I suspect he wears just for me. I had no choice but to leave him again and concentrate on the post I haven’t been able to do today. At least he’s in the light.
We lunched in Prestatyn at The CookHouse and then while walking it off afterwards bumped into Sharon, my daily ( well, my once weekly anyway) and were able to offer her a lift home. She works 364 days per year as a chambermaid with just Christmas Day off and still comes to tidy up after me (mainly Joey really) every Tuesday.
On Monday I was indoors all day as usual. I dealt with my washing and drying, did Joey’s food and water and gave him as much attention as possible in between dealing with my mail which still exceeds 300 a day.
Tuesday rose fair and bright but not until I’d already been up a few hours. It’s averaging about 2.15 am at the moment so maybe 2 hours a night. Still, I get the early morning mil out of the way. At 7.30 am I was out of the house for the bus. I always choose this one as there’s generally no-one else on for a few stops and by then I can keep my eyes close and pretend to be asleep. One day I will be and will probably sail past Yvonne and the kids in Chester and find myself back home having done the round trip. But not today.
I got off the bus at a different stop because the driver went a different way. How confusing. My pick up would still be at my usual stop though. As fast as I could I got to the place we meet and being there first lit a cigarette. I glimpsed them coming into view a little way off and his behind a bush. Yes, that probably did look weird in the middle of town. As they got close I jumped out and said ‘BOO’ then apologised to the little Japanese lady I caught. I should have known Reuben wouldn’t be in a kimono. Roobs screeched with pleasure and ran to grasp my legs. If I hadn’t been able to grasp the street ash tray it would have been Timber I was shouting. We had a good morning together but 11.30 comes far too quickly.
The journey home was more nerve wracking as there were a few passengers but pretending to be asleep put anyone off sitting near me except one woman who probably didn’t interpret the snoring properly and sat on the pocket of my jacket. She almost hatched out my tube of ‘Lockets’.
I got home and had less than half an hour before Sharon came. I did mail for the afternoon then and had my lunch after she’d gone.
On Wednesday I stayed in again. Dealt with mail and also the postman brought me a couple of coins to add to my lists. I looked through some Christmas stuff for gift ideas.
Thursday necessitated a quick trip to Pauline’s to restock the cigarettes and to get my Lottery tickets. I moved so fast Flash would be proud of me. I was back 5 minutes before I’d left….oh no, that was the clock that had stopped wasn’t it. I saw no-one except my postman until evening when Mike arrived. Tells me he’s on a new regime now so that he wants to be up no later that 8.30 am every day. He’s hoping it will bring his sleep pattern into line. Up to now a sledgehammer hasn’t managed that.
On Friday morning I didn’t get up until 2.45 am and considered that a lie in. Almost died of shock when Mike was up before 8.45 am. He must be using an alarm but I didn’t hear it. My postman came and intrigued me by bringing a letter which should have contained a coin, you could see where the pouch had been stuck to the middle of the tri fold letter. The envelope had a slit in the bottom and the coin was not there. I had to contact the seller to approach the post office. Luckily it’s not an expensive coin but it was the last this particular dealer had. I don’t want to slam him for the money back but I’m hoping it might just be found floating about a post bag or in a sorting office somewhere.
Mike returned early from seeing his Dad in Manchester and helped me wash my hair. I think it needs cutting again one last time before Winter, just like grass does.
Saturday it was another 2.45 am for me and an agonised 6.20 am for Mike even though his clock was set for 6.00 am. I wasn’t well as bronchitis has set in but I still had all the rubbish dealt with and put out for collection before he made his way through to the lounge where I’d put his coffee. We had a good shop followed by a coffee then shot over to The Range to grab a couple of things. In Flint we went to Temptations for a chin way and to give sweets to the staff before picking up some frozen food and going home. He made me put the frozen food away…with my chest….he’s all heart. After that we went to Rhyl for lunch so he could get some specialist fish food. Back at home I worked while he watched football then we shared some TV time when I’d done.
I hope you all had a good weekend.
Longlegs are funny things. They have a place where they take their fur off just to wash. They don’t use a paw like I do but have water thrown over them like we do if we sing outside too loudly in the dark time. That seems to be the time that longlegs decide we need to wash like they do.
Anyway, the clearway to my longlegs washing place was open, and I like to look around in case there are scuttling things about. I walked in and on the side of their oasis was a little box of those things I see my ‘The Her’ use sometimes. Funny little sticks with what looks like softwhite on the ends. I like to be sure of things so it was only right that I checked. I reached up and pulled the little box , it jumped off and fell to the floor where the top came off. Lo and behold some of the little sticks jumped out at me. I pounced. I rolled around with one and fought it until the softwhite started to come off. I was right about what it was, but this was fun. I fought until it had all come off and it seemed to be spread all across the floor. There was more on than I thought.
Just to be sure it wasn’t the only one like that I picked a few up in my mouth and headed for another place where it was warmer. In the place with no small clearways between the sleeping places of my longlegs I fought a few more battles. Each one was fun but soon I had no more sticks left and I was bored. The floor was covered in the softwhite where I had fought so hard, it looked like the outside floor sometimes looks during the long dark times when it is very cold. But it did not chill my paws like that does.
There was a small clearway open and I wandered towards it when I noticed my ‘The Him’ coming towards me. Naturally I veered in his direction to rub myself up against him so other superiors like me would know he was mine. He can be so clumsy I’m not always sure I should claim him so openly. Anyway, I decided to be nice and prepared to rub when he tripped over me and landed in the soft white. Just as well I’d placed it there obviously in case he fell. I turned to give him a loving headbutt to let him know I forgave the trip when I heard him take in breath like he does before a roar. It was time I wasn’t here. I ran for the clearway and was almost outside when I heard my name being called in a huge voice, “Oscar, what the he..?”
I spent a delightful time under the longlegs chariot watching the world go by. I saw Smokey walk past Ginger with her nose and tail in the air, I saw a yappy thing go past pulled on a rope behind a longlegs, they do not have trust like us to run free. Finally it was time to eat and I could stay here no longer. I got up and walked back to the small clearway and jumped up and in. I’m very athletic.
The softwhite had gone, I guess my ‘The Him’ had taken it to play with now. I wandered towards my food dish and enjoyed a meal then decided to see if he had stopped roaring now. I found both my longlegs in their sitting place. I started to walk past my ‘The Him’ but he brought a hand down automatically so I sidled up to let him stroke me. As I walked through his open paw to let the claws run down my back I saw his paw becoming black. It must be something on my back from where I was under the chariot. I decided to say nothing and instead moved over to where my ‘The Her’ was sitting. I heard her make the funny hiccups and she held out a paw to stop me jumping on her knee. “Oh no you don’t ” she said,”You’re for a bath.” And before I could stop her she scooped me up and took me to the place of washing where she dropped me in a deep place and rained water on me. I wasn’t even singing. Then she put something on me which turned the water to slimy bubbles and rubbed my back. Into the room came my ‘The Him’ with black marks from where he had rubbed his head and started to was his paw in the water raining down on me. I heard him say he didn’t understand what had happened and saw my ‘The her’ point to his face. He looked in the mirror and screamed quietly, but like a brave warrior used some of the water to wash his face. My ‘The Her’ finished with me and turned the water flow off. She wrapped me in something so I couldn’t run, it was soft, just like the softwhite I had played with. Then she placed me on her knee and rubbed me. “Ah, that’s better” I thought, knowing that I was being treated as I deserved. It must have been by way of apology for raining water on me. My ‘The Him’ sat down but his glance at me said he didn’t feel like stroking me and so I put my nose in the air to show I was too superior for it to matter. I knew he’d change his mind later as stroking me always seemed to make him feel good.
Such funny things are Longlegs.
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