Wednesday, 9 June 2010

It won't be like this all the time, will it?

Busy, busy! Up at 5 a.m., because a certain fat black cat was keen on being stroked and have his tummy rubbed while I was safely in bed and he was on it. Yes, I was amazed too....


Wide awake after such a rapturous start to the day, I got up, had breakfast, found that I really was underslept, and went back to bed. More demands for stroking made by Scooter a little later - being trapped in a back yard for three nights seems to have altered his perception of the mad axe-wielding cat murderess he lives with - and then time to get up properly.


And then the phone..... the estate agency booking the energy survey; the energy survey people booking the time and telling me about the person who would be doing it and drawing up the floor plans. Then the floor plan lady herself; she will arrive hot on the heels of Mr Trendy Specs when he takes photographs tomorrow. I've pre-paid my first set of costs, and felt grateful that a HIP is no longer required to bleed us all white. See, I'm learning to moan about property costs already!

And the texts. Sandra coming out of hospital today (don't they sling you out fast these days! She only went in 2 days ago!) and Roger complaining about going to a lunchtime Pilates session instead of the pub and finding it cancelled (impressive to choose strengthening your pelvic floor when you could be with your mates and having lunch too!) And others. And emails.

And rushing out in driving rain and bitter winds - O British summertime! - to buy flowers for tomorrow's let's-pretend-the-house-always-looks-like-this session. And flowers for Sandra on her return home. I began to feel slightly harassed, and had to give myself a bit of a talking-to.

In the middle of all this, I managed to have a shower. And before I could get dressed, and with hair dripping, the doorbell rang, and there was Chris from round the corner - did I have the young, lean, grey tabby...... my heart sank. Millie in trouble again...... who had been found halfway up Chris's clematis en route to the blackbirds' nest, two frantic parents raising the alarm which saved their babies. Meantime Millie had come home and was sitting nonchalantly on the kitchen table, wearing her default expression: butter failing to melt in her mouth.


I told Chris that there was another young, lean grey tabby, fond of breaking into houses (mine) and scenting them with his particular fragrance and eating the cat food. But I admitted that it was more probably Millie, the now-keen hunter, who was the killer on the loose. The cat flap is now firmly locked, although given the weather, even Millie won't want to go out gallivanting. Perhaps.

And later on, I had a call from Amber at Big Black Hen, to discuss my dream house to come. The wheels are on the wagon, and they are beginning to turn.

15 comments:

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

No , that's not an innocent look !

Once you decide to do something you're off like a train , aren't you ! I'll admire from the sidelines ( sidings? ).....
Oh yes , and best wishes and a speedy recovery to Sandra .

BumbleVee said...

ahhhh ... good. Cogs and wheels in motion.... perfect....... the sooner the better with cats in need of fresh air and exercise methinks....

Isabelle said...

Lots of birds and things in the country for Millie to chase...

Dan said...

Just wait until the viewings start! Looking forward to hearing about the houses you're going to be looking at too!
As one cat problem ends, another begins...
Dan
-x-

rogern said...

can I just set the record straight and say that my friends or colleagues were not in the pub, it was merely a notion that I would go and hide from them all for an hour and return smelling of polo mints.

the veg artist said...

Do they make you pay house-sale costs up-front now? Never had to do that.

Scooter has obviously decided that cuddles are a good thing, after all. Rupert took years to discover this. Just teaching us that things go at their pace, not ours!

rachel said...

No, just the cost of the energy survey (£130 incl. floor plans). HIPs used to be paid up front too, and when the announcement came that they were scrapped as of that very minute, anyone who had paid but hadn't been HIPped yet didn't get a refund. That's Governments for you!

mountainear said...

Pace yourself or you'll be worn to a frazzle. Sounds exciting though.

this too will pass said...

good luck with the move

June said...

I love that Scooter's finally appreciating the comforts of home and cuddles! What a sweet way to wake up!
We're having a little bit of your British summer here today. 55 degrees and rain, and I have turned up the heat and have put on my winter bathrobe!

judy in ky said...

Sounds like Scooter has a new appreciation for home life. My Tiger, who never was much of a cuddler, suddenly became very cuddly after I rescued him from the cat hospital last year. Guess they just have to learn not to take us for granted.

Libby said...

good luck. yes it is normal to feel sick sometimes! i could not drink coffee for the whole process. but it is worth it. I used to say - well dont sell then if you are stressy! and the answer always came back - 'No! cant turn back now!!'

lovethose cupcakes said...

I like the idea of "lets pretend the house always looks like this" flowers. Might have to get some. So, pray tell, what's on the new house wish list?

Marcheline said...

I know this might be bossily overstating the obvious, but have you ever thought of stringing your keen hunters with jangly collar bells? Not only would this warn off the prey, but it might make them easier to locate when they wander... just a thought.

Of course baby birds in the nest can't exactly run away, but it would give the bigger air snacks a fighting chance.

Jingle said...

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Happy June!

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