I ignored a sms from Tim & Nicholas to go over to their place to eat chicken curry. Got to stop being such a hermit. Locked away on a Saturday night. I’m guessing it’s not particularly healthy, but how else do I get intelligent conversation. Chuckle. Just me and the bitch cat. Oh, I don’t mean that, she is lovely. But all cats are bitches, that’s why we like them.
It's 11.11
Clothes washing, plant watering, vacuuming, stacking dirty dishes in the dishwasher, tidying the old newspapers…
Freeze the cat's chicken wings before they go off, despite her being totally miffed about the whole idea. Gotta clean your teeth, Missy. She's getting used to them and it isn't quite the same sideways look, as she gave, as before.
I did none of it.
Have you ever tried to teach an old cat new tricks? Nah, they won’t be in it. Quite stuck in their eating habits, cats turn out to be.
My kitchen is covered in ants.
I did fill up the cupboards with food, though, thanks to shopping with Lottie.
“I can pay for my own stuff, mum, it's okay.” I’m a big boy now. I can provide references. Haha.
“No, don't be silly, I'll pay.” So, I hauled a few more things into the trolley. Oh come on, that is just human nature.
The pot's all gone, thankfully. Maybe tomorrow I can get stuff done.
Time to call it quits and head to bed.
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