Marching On

Odds and sods

There is a full moon tonight, and as usual, the animals can sense it.

Ellie is walking around crying.  She doesn't really seem to want anything but to hear the sound of her own voice.  Zach snuck upstairs to see what was up and is now following her as she goes from room to room.  He hasn't realised that I know he is up here.

I can't blame him.  Lila's response to a full moon is predictable.  She won't share her toys with Zach and she likes to try to eat his ears.  She's downstairs alone watching America's Next Top Model, and barking at Miss J Alexander.  I can't blame her - why the fuck does he call himself that?

The boy cats alternate between rampaging round my bedroom or sleeping.  There is no middle ground for them.  Holly and Willow watch disdainfully from my bed.  They don't care what the moon is doing - it is welcome to do whatever it pleases as long as it doesn't disturb them.

And there is the first crash of the evening.  Ellie has managed to get the ladder from the Boy's loftbed off.

I had my blood test yesterday.  The Baron got a little stroppy because I wouldn't let him in the cubicle with me.  I cope better alone, and I find that when he is trying to distract me, I am acutely aware that I am being distracted and will focus on why.  Alone, I just watch the needle go in unfettered.

It was quite convenient since he had his follow up appointment with the surgeon who kindly de-appendicised him.  He got the all clear and was told to bugger off and to not darken their doorway again.  Well, they didn't say THAT, but they did say he didn't need to come back again.

Bloody good thing, really.  I read today that Patientline, who provide the in hospital TV and phone service, are putting up their call charges by 160%.  The greedy fuckers, already £80million in debt, spent £160million installing these new systems (that aren't that reliable) and want to recoup their investment.  So they are targetting a vulnerable and captive audience in order to do so.  What scum bags. 

Anyway, I digress.  I should get my results back on Tuesday and we can see if my thyroid malfunctions.  My mother's does, and I fully expect mine to pack in service one of these days and retire to the Carribean.  I wouldn't really blame it.

The Boy is currently on holiday with his Dad.  I'm a bit lost without him, although the peace and quiet is nice.  At least in theory.  Zach is now crying along with Ellie.  If it wasn't so damn annoying, it would be quite harmonious.  The Boy...oh yes, he is in Cornwall.  They went to the beach today, and the Boy's new (half) brother, aged ten weeks, got to put his feet in the sand for the first time.  Apparently that gave him the giggles.

That will have to do for now.  My cursor is dancing round the screen of its own accord and is frankly pissing me off.  I'm off to drown my sorrows with a nice bottle of red.

Toodles.

Very Lazy Woman

So it is half way through January, and I haven't managed to post even once in 2007 yet.  The shame.

At this moment in time, I am sat on the floor of our little box room, using the laptop.  Willow is sat nearby on her stuffed rottweiler looking every bit the little princess.  Ellie is perched on top of the bookcase and is snoring.  The others are skulking around because the Baron just brought the hoover upstairs.

What am I doing sat on the floor?  Well, the chair is covered in paperwork that I should be filing.  I bought a new bag for work today, since I had to throw my fantastic pink leather bag out.  I left a satsuma in it the day that the Baron was rushed to hospital, and by the time he came home and I had more than twenty seconds to myself to go through the bag, it had rotted and completely ruined the interior.  Anyway, the plan was to transfer all my stuff to the new bag and put the old bag away but I got sidetracked.  Much like now, in fact.

So today has been fairly blah.  The Baron and I had a very vocal disagreement this afternoon, which led to me storming out the house in a huff and setting off with all haste to the pub where I planned to enjoy a quiet pint.

Unfortunately I decided to walk.  Not that walking is a bad thing, but when you live in the middle of nowhere it is fairly clear to the person you stomped out on that since you are on foot you aren't going far.  So it was a matter of deciding which of the two pubs I had gone to, and meeting me there.

So much for a quiet pint.

Instead, we decided to not talk about our disagreement and have a spot of lunch.  It was roast pork today, and very nice too.  We came home and made a chocolate orange pavlova, which was lovely.  What wasn't so lovely was leaving the cream out and finding a trail of greedy lactose intolerant cat vomit going up the stairs, which is ironically what I came upstairs to clean up before getting side tracked by the filing.

Right.  I must go tackle the carpet.  I can't think of anything else that I can get side tracked on....

New House Rule

Whenever a cat takes ill, the Baron is to be dropped off at the nearest hospital immediately.

Ozzie had a bad UTI.  His ureter was spasming and he couldn't pass urine.  He is on a new diet regime and had a heavy course of antibiotics.

Not to be outdone, the Baron collapsed on Wednesday night.  He is now in hospital recovering from a burst appendix.

Mixed bag

Good:

I have a new washing machine.  It works, which is a big improvement on the last.  I have been without a working machine for six weeks.

My house is fairly tidy.

The dogs haven't destroyed much in the last few weeks.

I'm now a Cat Cuddler at the local cat rescue centre.

Bad:

I've double booked myself next week workwise.  I have to do some juggling in order to get both jobs done AND keep everyone happy.

Rude people abound

Especially on the internet.  As do stupid people. 

Clearly this isn't news to anyone, but I've certainly been entertained by them this evening.

Bad bad blogger

Not much has happened round here.

Charlie had his first bath after a nasty litter tray accident.  He took it very well, and I didn't need too much in the way of medical attention afterwards. 

Lila has a double ear infection and a new patch of wet ezcema.  She tried to bite me this week when I tried to put cream on her sore bits, and given how much they are oozing, I don't really blame her for objecting. 

She has decided that her various lotions and potions do, in fact, make her feel better, and so has come to the conclusion that I can treat her, but she will glare at me whilst I do so.  And then lick me to death when I stop tormenting her.

She is currently sat next to me staring at me with her big brown eyes.  Since I know she does get fed, she really is wasting her time with the "I'm starving and completely neglected" look.  I think she is feeling a lot better now.

Zach is on my other side.  He hasn't destroyed much in the last few days.

The Boy got 16 out of 16 on his spelling test.  I am one proud auntie this evening.

Scratch that last post

If I go to prison, it won't be for blog reading.

It will be for husbandicide.  I'm going to kill the fucker.

1.  He broke my oven.  In fairness, he was trying to clean in it, and took the wrong screws off.  So I have no shelves in the oven, which makes cooking more than one thing impossible.  It's a Bank Holiday weekend (of course) and so no-one can fix it until Tuesday at the earliest.

2.  He refuses to walk the dogs together.  Which means when he takes one, I'm left with the other.  They get distressed, cry their heart out and pee on the damn floor....which I have to clean up.

3.   He keeps asking if my mood is because I am pregnant.  How the fuck he thinks that is likely is beyond me, but I swear, if he asks me again, I will not be responsible for what happens.

Kill kill kill.

Fuck

I completed a long and boring report this afternoon. 

Just before I saved the fucker, there was a power surge.

Poof.

Just like moving again

But without the hassle or cost of removal men.

I spent the evening rearranging furniture in my living room and conservatory.  I cannot believe:

a)  Just how much more room we have now;

b)  Just how many books I have downstairs (I'm not thinking about the ones upstairs);

c)   How little help two dogs are when rearranging furniture; and

d)   How much fun the cats had scooting round the newly arranged rooms.

To top things off, I finally found my long lost copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.  Which I am currently watching, whilst simulataneously relaxing after my exertions and trying to ignore the heartburn caused by excessive red onion consumption.

All in all, a productive evening.

Bored bored bored

I am so bored.

Someone entertain me!!