It was Sunday, M Kaz. Sunday! You’re not supposed to lock yourself in your office on a Sunday. It’s the weekend when you devote yourself entirely to me and not to yucky work – especially not the kind where you think you have to lock me out of the office so I don’t take up residence on your foot and the typing pedal. Yes, I know you offer me the drawer for while I’m in there with you, but that doesn’t always suit me. So what was so important that you had to do it on the weekend? Some court case transcription that you’d promised them back for Monday morning? And you couldn’t have done it at any time on Thursday and Friday when it was first assigned to you? Hmmm. Not happy M Kaz.
And if that wasn’t enough, what was this you and M Sooz taking yourself off to bed even before the ABC News finished? I really do wonder about you two sometimes? Why do you even have me if you’re not going to spend time with me? (Miffed? Me? You betcha!)
It rained again last night – but I’m fairly sure those Mothers slept through it. I would have woken them if there had been thunder and lightning but it was just some rain – and not the heavy rain that we have been having that comes through into the Outback and wets my table. Is it any wonder that I sometimes sleep on the chair under the table.
OMG! OMG! I almost forgot the most important thing. The Kallax shelves are finally assembled and some have even made it into M Kaz’s wardrobe. I’d love to say that M Kaz finally got her act together and assembled them – but she did get her act together enough to organise Uncle Dave to do it for them. I helped, of course. And since then I have been doing QA to make sure they are perfect. And they are!
Nigella ... 