I can’t believe M Kaz sat at the table for most of this morning and a fair chunk of this afternoon working on her so-called “secret project” – which is actually just planning for their trip to other climes later in the year. They think I’m not taking any notice – but I am – and I’m counting down the days until Uncle Wayne comes to holiday with me here at Jannie. I have a calendar.
Not much has been afoot here except M Kaz is awake most mornings before the sun goes up and she is off to the Broadwater to take some photographs and have a walk along the waterfront and take some photographs. She sometimes takes M Sooz with her depending on how that Mummy is feeling which depends on how well she’s slept during the night.
I almost made it into the dryer today but the door was just closing as I got there, ready to jump in. Drat. I’ll have to hang around out there until the laundry’s dry and then jump in to the basket they put those wonderfully warm clothes in. Only 2hr 37min to go. I’ll have to get a clock to go with my calendar.
M Kaz has been trigger-happy with her camera and/or smartphone again – creeping up on me when I’m not looking (read: asleep) or trying to get me to pose for her – as though I don’t have anything better to do. Still, I don’t mind the profile shot she used on her Facebook page.
Nigella ... 