Rude. Rude. Rude That’s what it was. I was minding my own business having a nap on the chair under the table Outback yesterday morning when the Mummies swooped in out of nowhere and forced me into the cat cage and before I knew it I was in the car and M Kaz and I were on the way to the … nail salon (read: vet). It didn’t take long there – Dr Donna was very good – and then we were on the way to the petrol station. Petrol station? Couldn’t that wait until I wasn’t in the car M Kaz? Apparently not. I don’t think I’ve ever been to a petrol station before – and thank goodness M Kaz had the forethought to leave the windows a little open so I didn’t suffocate while she out ‘pumping the gas’.
Well, it may not come as any surprise but the Kallax shelves (the first one) are still sitting across the two chairs in the living room and at this rate I don’t think she’s ever going to start putting them together. I did hear on the phone though talking with someone about ‘assembling the flatpack’ so it looks as though she might be hiring someone to do it for her. M Kaz would ask Aunty Syl to help her but it seems as though they have enough to do – carpeting the upstairs area and epoxying the garage floor at their house has been mentioned. I have no doubt M Kaz can make this happen – I just wonder if it will be this year!
And speaking of year – it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas around Jannie. M Kaz went shopping today and came back with more Christmas shirts – I say ‘more’ because they already have a few of them between them. To be fair though, they didn’t have one that was from the movie ‘Die Hard’ (a Christmas movie, really ?) – Yippee Ki-Yay. I wonder if there was supposed to be anything after that? I had to try on a couple of the shirts, of course, and M Kaz was kind enough to take some photos of me so I could show off how festive I look in them.
My nails look good too but you’d hardly notice with me in my AI-added outfit.
Nigella ... 