Kittens on the bed.
REPEAT: KITTENS ON THE BED.
Oh dear.
We weren’t expecting that.
Daisy and Dotty [stop it] were given the full run of the house for the first time on Monday evening. They didn’t seem too fussed about exploring their new surroundings to be honest.
But a couple of purring kittens at the foot of the bed awoke me at 6am on Tuesday morning.
Sweet.
Sort of.
The bedroom appearance coincided with my diary date that reads: WINTER QUILT.
I’ve been holding back over the past week or so. But even with kitten foot warmers, Tuesday was time to transfer to the winter sleeping arrangements.
Still not putting the radiators on, mind.
I had 7am work shifts. Anna did her traditional Tuesday South London disappearing act.
A week of lovely lido swimming has left me with a slight cold. It didn’t stop me cycling off along the Trail for an average indoor swim.
The pancake tide was simply perfect.
I had a run of stop / start work shifts through until early evening.
Plus some admin.
We’ve received the pay out from the pet insurance company for the first mad cat vet bill. I had to chase the second payment on Tuesday. It was quite painful to be honest.
Death sells 🙁
Gilles Peterson on the iPlayer cheered me up. Miles Cleret was ACE.
I edited and published the SE21 school content from yesterday. Fourteen different classes. Woh.
I managed a brief garden tidy up. Yer man Daniel Ruiz Tizon kept me company on the iPod.
Who would have thought that a half hour broadcast in which a South Lambeth man gives a detailed run down of his past week would be addictive listening?
It’s the way that he tells them…
A lone autumn raspberry has grown in the garden. I didn’t have the heart to pick it. I see it as a reminder that we have yet to truly enter the long winter slog ahead.
Darkness crept up on me as the early evening was lost to yet more school work.
I had half an eye on the England match, as did Daisy. She has taken to trying to tap the football around the TV screen.
Oh.