I’m feline a little annoyed as my book gets a soaking
IT’S refreshing to start the day with a shower, though not if you’re a kitten.
I wake to a faint, drip, drip sound. Scrambling for my glasses my hand slaps into a pool of water on the bedside table. Someone’s been having too much fun with a glass and spilled it. The culprit is now sitting on the floor in wide-eyed wonder trying to catch the drips.
She’s a little damp, which doesn’t bother me as much as the fact my night-time reading material is slowly drowning. And it’s a Terry Pratchett I’d pillaged from the collection last night to re-read as I wait and hope Santa might bring something new.
The hair-dryer goes on and for 15 minutes I dry off the pages. The kitten isn’t amused and runs off to hide in the bathroom.
At least the heat from the hair-dryer is taking the chill off the frosty morning air. We’ve run out of oil overnight.
I’ve been saving the new season of The Mandalorian, but try as I might Disney Plus isn’t obliging. I’m told Rowan is the account holder. He doesn’t know the password and no one bothered to tell me. I settle for Homes Under the Hammer followed by Bargain Hunt while waiting for the oil delivery until someone remembers the password.
The family whatsapp group has turned attention towards the race to see who’s first to get the Covid vaccine.
Fro n t- r u n n e r s are g r a ndad Hubert, who’s now over 80 though you’d never know it by the way he spends all day chasing after sheep around the farm yard and still has the energy to sit up late at night watching old John Wayne films, and a sisterin-law who has spent nine long months in full PPE in her NI Hospice job.
I’m feeling a little dispensable. I’m near bottom of the list. Given the positive effect on the mental health of the family, the new kitten probably ranks above me. I content myself in the knowledge that if anything goes wrong, at least I’ll know before my turn arrives.
The afternoon is spent waiting with the ‘ big coat’ on watching Escape to the Country where another middle-aged couple wish to relocate.
They have £750,000 to spend on a Cornwall mansion but somehow feel the need to quibble over the size of the kitchen which might not be just right for all the entertaining they simply must do. I’m not surprised they have so many friends if they can find that sort of money. Sometimes life just ain’t fair. The Mandalorian will wait. The oil hasn’t come yet so I reach for the fingerless gloves as the kitten starts licking herself while she sits on my computer.
Somebody somewhere will get an email from her by mistake. At least it’s distracting her from dismantling the Christmas tree again.