What the? Why are those Mummies watching this … Musical show – yes, that would be the Eurovision song contest. I tried watching it last night, but it was too much for me and in the end I sat in my table box and turned my back on it.
I had to laugh though when M Sooz said “I can’t understand a word he’s singing” and M Kaz said “because it’s not in English! ” That just about summed the whole thing up for me. And why are so many of the singers lying down on the stage – and why are they wearing shorts! And why is there so much pink? Hmmmm. I would have thought those Mummies would have had enough last night – but no, as soon as MasterChef was over tonight – they had Eurovision back on. M Sooz was really in to it – and when M Kaz told her this morning she knew who had won, M Sooz told her not to say because she was planning on watching the live (delayed) telecast tonight. She is – so I have taken myself into the bedroom and am catching a kip on M Sooz’s bed.
I spent most of this afternoon Outback, listening to the rain, and sleeping in my basket. M Kaz was out otherwise I would have been keeping her company – we all know how much she likes me being with her, tapping her gently on the leg when I want her attention. And speaking about wanting attention – when I was trying to wake her up this morning so she could come and watch me eat my cat cookies, she evicted me from the bedroom and she wouldn’t let me back in. I had to sleep on the end of the spare bed in M Sooz’s studio. It’s not as comfortable as the Mummies’ bed, but it’s better than just about everywhere else … except the Recliner – how on Earth could I have forgotten about the Recliner? It’s their fault because they had me at Aunty Rosemary’s for too long.
Nigella ... 