Ireland

They're going to Ireland tomorrow and leaving me here with Lucy again.

We've had this discussion before, many times.

Frankly I'm getting sick of repeating myself.

Who do they think they are?

Who do they think I am?

They had better bring me something nice back with them or else.

Still, it's better than cruising with that roaring great monstrosity
(the engine I mean, not the lummox).

P x

Weird

A strange and somewhat disturbing thing has happened and I can't explain it gentle reader. For the best of a week now I have become quite attached to the lummox. Whereas normally I just about tolerate his shambling, malodorous presence around the place I now actually enjoy spending time with him. I sit on his lap, sleep on his side of the bed and find myself generally making a fuss of him at all hours of the day and night. What possible explanation could there be for this? I've come up with a few...

• It's my hormones playing up
• I'm getting soft as I approach middle age
• I've got a blocked nose (but I can still smell other things)
• I've subliminally taken pity on the man

Or maybe, just maybe, he's actually grown on me. For one thing, he is prone to buying me expensive cat food and he is certainly comfortable to lie on having such expansive and ample rolls of fat and flesh. I mean, I still favour Ange out of the two but it's just that lately I feel drawn to the poor oaf. I don't know but one thing is for certain, I hope to be back to my old self soon. I hope!

P x