I don’t know what M Kaz is playing at … it’s getting harder and harder to get her to sit down to transcribe my blog for me. It’s been a week since she did it last – and there’s been a lot happening in that time – including Aunty M coming to see me a few times while those Mummies have been doing stays away overnight in Toowoomba. A Nigey would be very lonely indeed if Aunty M wasn’t around.
What puzzles me though is that sometimes when Aunty M is here and I know those Mothers are not, I can hear M Kaz’s voice coming from … somewhere. I thought it was just me hearing it but I now know that Aunty M does too because she has been talking to/with it. What kind of sorcery is this? I think it has something to do with those (spy on Nigey) cameras they put in. I’m just glad they only put the three in because there are still places I can hide so they’re not completely invading my privacy.
Not that that means M Kaz hasn’t been busy taking photographs of me over the last little while. I’ve been through the pics (there are a few) with her and picked out some to post here but as I keep telling her – there are too many. I think it will be better when she starts taking her camera down to the water in the mornings again so she can get it out of her system without having to follow me around the house so she can take shots of me lying down, or sleeping, or playing with my friend the rubber band. If I’d wanted my life documented I would started a blog!
Uncle Wayne hasn’t been back for a while which is a shame because, even despite his obsession with those spray bottles, I do like having him around. The Mummies aren’t sure when he’s going to be here next – but they did see him in Toowoomba when they were there on the weekend. I know they talked about me too!
The washing has disappeared from Outback and has moved into the bedroom that Uncle Wayne and I share. M Kaz has sorted it into baskets and I have made one of them my own. Yes, yes, it does have black tee-shirts and other black things in it – which is why it’s my favourite.
I’m glad those Mummies have trusted me enough to have the Christmas trees up inside the house – the real ones which light up, not the felt ones that stick to the wall. They’re a bit boring. The Mummies have the lights on every night they’re home and the ones hanging outside the living room (glass) doors are lovely to look at too. I have been very careful to not touch M Sooz’s nativity scene alone because I know she’d be very upset if anything happened to it.
I’m not sure how much longer the Christmas lights are going to stay up though – Christmas was the day before yesterday already and I think there are ‘rules’ about how long trees and lights and things can stay up. Aren’t people funny? You think they’d want to keep them up all year round – they’re so nice to look at.
Nigella ... 