Brrrrrrr. It is cold at Jannie these days. I’d like to say those Mummies have even considered using their reverse cycle air conditioning but they seem to have forgotten they have it. I’m not complaining because I have my coat (and the Mummies’ coats on their beds) to keep me warm but I do worry about them sometimes. It’s not that they complain about the cold – it’s just the incessant chattering of their teeth that’s the issue.
M Kaz is the worst one, especially when she’s getting ready to leave for the Broadwater in the mornings, in the dark. It would be easier if she slept in her clothes so she was ready to go and didn’t have to change from her pjs into her long pants, flanny, vest, coat, beanie, long socks and shoes – you get the idea. At least she leaves some on the bed for me. Actually, I’m also grateful that she leaves room on the bed for me – it can’t be easy for her sleeping with her feet dangling off the side of the bed. On the bright side though there’s new research that suggests that if you sleep with one leg out of the bed, you can get to sleep more easily. With two out of the bed she must really be able to get to sleep quickly. And she does – just ask M Sooz. She’ll tell you.
I’m still grateful to Uncle Wayne for building the Outback for me. At least I can get out there and in to the sun – kind of, through the shade sail – and warm up. It’s a bit of a double-edged swordy-thing though. Because my tray is out there and they’ve shown no intention of bringing it inside for the Winter. I’ve asked; I’ve begged; I’ve pleaded; I’ve cajoled; and I have a thesaurus! But nothing … except they’ve part-way closed the door between the kitchen and the laundry – enough so I can get in and out, but I’m sure it has more to do with keeping as much warmth in and as much cold out as possible. And to think we’re only two weeks into Winter!
Those Mummies are still watching ‘Claire Hooper’s House of Games’ each night on the ABC. They like it very much and they laugh and laugh and laugh and try to answer the quiz questions. They’d don’t get them all right but they don’t get them all wrong either.
Nigella ... 