Well, as they say, the cat’s out of the bag … I now know who’s going off to Aunty Rosemary this week … and it’s not either of the Mummies … or, to be exact, it will be one of the Mummies, but that’s just to drop me off. It looks like I’m off on holiday. I’m trying to be excited about it but you know I would rather stay at home with them … and with my convertible.
It was good having Uncle Wayne to stay – he’s the only one I don’t mind sharing my room with. We had the same arrangement this time as we had the last time he was here – I get the room during the day, and he gets it at night … and the only other thing is that I’m not allowed on his pillow – he brings his own with him you know. Or so I’ve heard … I’m not even allowed to look at it really – in case I get cat allergies on it.
Christmas is not far away and while Kaz and Sooz have done an okay job around the place with the decorations, I have been busy doing my bit to help. I’m concentrating on the tinsel around the place at the moment – particularly the bits on the sideboard – they could have done a better job there.
And what an opportunity they’ve missed with the flashing lighty things out the front. If Kaz had been thinking about it – and a lot more artistic than she seems to be – she could have fashioned the lights the shape of … well, it could have been anything really, but if Kaz had thought about it, I know she would have wanted a dinosaur! Who wouldn’t? Or … better still … a giant picture of … me .. in flashing lights … wouldn’t that be a sight to behold!?!
The Mummies went off to breakfast yesterday – and they came back talking about Blue … who, yes, I admit is a bit cute … but that doesn’t mean everyone has to hold him on their laps all the way through breakfast. I wouldn’t allow it if it was/were me (I really do need to find out where they’ve hidden my grammar manual!).
Nigella ... 