I’m not sure what M Kaz is doing, but it’s certainly not keeping my blog up to date! So much has happened since the last time I was able to get her attention long enough for her to sit at the computer and type for me. Mind you, she does type for other people most days – not just me. Maybe I will have to start paying her so she makes the time for my transcription too!
The big news is that Uncle Wayne is here for a visit. I know this because when I’ve been looking out the front door ready to greet the Mummies with open arms, he’s been lurking around the corner with the spray bottle. He’s right not to trust me, of course, but sometimes it hurts my feelings just a little. But it’s very good to see him because I had been looking forward to our battle of wits. I know I am currently winning but I think he would say otherwise. He would be pleased to know that I even helped M Kaz make his bed before he arrived. Let’s see how his anti-histamines helps him with that! Although, and this is a bit sad, he had been crook before he came to us and he is still waiting for his eustasian tubes to clear so he can hear properly in both ears.
He would have needed his ears working properly if he had been at Jannie earlier because those Mothers watched the Semi Final 1, the Semi Final 2 and the Final of the Eurovision Song Contest. They called it the ‘ESC’ for short and that was incredibly appropriate because it kept reminding me of the ESC key on her keyboard …. escape, escape, escape. I did not care for it and there were some bits that the Mummies didn’t care for either but that didn’t stop them from watching it for hours and hours and hours over three nights.
While they were watching ESC on their television, I was hiding in mine (television) so I didn’t have to watch it – although I was forced to listen. Admittedly, there were a couple of catchy tunes – Espresso Machiatto and the BBB song (I can’t remember what the B’s stand for) which was about a sauna. The stagingnust have been amazzing because those Mothers kept waxing lyrical about it.
I think I have moved inside for the colder months now. I am spending a fair amount of time in my aforementioned television, and the Mummies have also seen me on the sofa, M Sooz’s recliner, the bed, under the towel M Kaz was drying out the back and … well, you get the idea.
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