Yesterday (Sunday) was again a lovely sunny day, part of the Indian summer we seem to be having to make up for the not so great summer. I did hear that the summer had been one of the warmest in recent years, but also one of the wettest, not sure any of us need to be told that one!
Anyway, back to sunny Sunday. My sister and I decided to take our elderly parents out for the afternoon to visit a local (to them) stately home and the grounds. So, I set forth from Surrey to Hertfordshire for the trip. Now, I should back track slightly here and say that for over a year now, due to family circumstances, I have been making many trips to St Albans (at least 1 each week and often much more than that). So, you would think that the M25 would be a piece of cake to me by now. In fact, I'm amazed that I haven't been asked to pay rent and Council Tax for spending so long on it whilst stuck in traffic jams. However, yesterday I was in a hurry and the fact that it was at a stand still really irritated me, not a good start to a day out. However, I battled on and had a lovely outing with the family. I then had to sit on my old friend (the M25 you understand not anything more than that for those who were wondering) for a further prolonged period of time to get back home. All very frustrating really, but there we go. I must remember to keep my cool more in future and not keep phoning my husband and telling him how bad the traffic is and how he should find another route to get to his destination.
Monday morning started early as my husband had an early meeting at work. So, through half closed eyes, i went to the kitchen to get breakfast ready. Daisy has this very strange habit in the mornings that she likes to come in the kitchen window, so there you are, bleary eyed, only half awake, when something comes hurtling towards the kitchen window. Yes, it's Daisy. She then goes out the cat flap and back in through the kitchen window, then in one window and out the other. What is going on in her mind I ask myself? Polite answers only, on a postcard please. In summer, this quirky little habit is not quite so bad as it's nice to get fresh air, but now that autumn is fast approaching I'm not so sure I want to play the game. The next disturbance on my hazy state was lots (and I mean lots) of bashing at the cat flap. Now usually this means one of two things, either 'the enemy' (ie any other cat in the Universe) is trying to get in, or Simba has once again lost his collar (and therefore the magnet that operates the cat flap). Daisy tries very valiantly to open the cat flap to let him in, however, she hasn't quite grasped that once it's open, he can't fit through is she is still hanging through it! The back door then has to be opened (with Daisy still hanging through the cat flap) to let Simba in. Then, shock horror, he has to be handled by a human in order to give him another new collar. I think at this stage between the 2 cats I must have shares in the magnet company! I usually try and fit the new collar whilst he is distracted and eating, but it doesn't always work well, as in this morning. Then Simba has to be PICKED UP!!!!!! This is traumatic for both parties as he growls very loudly when held. Not pleasant at 6.30on a Monday morning when still half asleep (me not him). So Monday morning and before 7am, I've managed to deeply offend the .4 of a cat that we share our lives with. Oh well, he can now go and tell all the neighbours what cruel people we are.
So now, I will try and make the rest of Monday as normal as any day is in my small little world in Surrey.
Speak soon.
Rxxxx
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