Week Span

This time last week I was driving down to Berkshire to collect Hound

This time next week I’m going to be seeing friends up in Manchester

This week, I’ve already been up since half six because of Hound. She’s been awake at 5.30 every day since Herself went off to EuroDisney. At this rate, Hound’s days may be numbered…


Tired

Hound woke me up at 5am today. In fairness, she was obviously dying for a shit, because she belted out of the back door when I opened it, and copped a squat pretty much immediately.

Needless to say, I’m a) knackered, b) grouchy and c) not really with it.

Hopefully by the time I get home I’ll be slightly more awake, as I’ve got some work to do for another client.


Heavy, Heavy Mileage

The coming week is another one with lots of miles to go under my wheels.

Tomorrow I’m off back down to Berkshire (and, of course, back again) to collect Hound. It’s been a really nice ten days without her barky shithead presence, but I know Herself will be glad to get the poxy pooch back. Me, I’d happily leave her in Berkshire. But there we go.

During the week I’ll be doing my normal commute to Bury St Edmunds, which is just second nature now, but still adds 350 miles to the week.

And I’ve also got one night of driving Herself down to London, from whence she shall depart the next day with others for a week’s holiday. I’ll be looking after Hound – who will just be eating, shitting and sleeping, following her time in ‘kennels’. (The place she goes is really ace, with lots of running round rather than being cooped up for most of the day. So she’ll be utterly knackered, and won’t have eaten much, if I know Hound)

All told, I’ll be covering near as dammit 1,000 miles between now and next Friday.  (And there’ll be another London run the week after to collect Herself   from London again, as well as a weekend seeing friends in Manchester)

I don’t mind, fortunately – the driving’s something I can do easily now, and in a lot of ways I enjoy it. I’ll be playing my music quite loud, and just making progress through the motorway system.


Evil Shite

Another picture of Psycho Cat.

Psycho Cat, asleep on the table, wrapped in curtain

The Sleeping Demon

Now really, would you stroke this cat?

Slightly more awake than in the previous photo

Targetting the camera


Sleeping Cat – again

Yet again, Psycho Cat is sleeping in very strange places.  I swear he likes being uncomfortable.

In the first instance, Herself was cleaning up in the kitchen, and put the kitchen chairs upside down on the table. Twenty minutes later…

Sleeping within the framework of the chair

In the framework, no padding, nothing.

Then today, outside the front of the house…

Cat sleeping inside a pallet

And inside the framework of a pallet.

Bizarre beast


Driving

Today’s another one of my big driving days. I’m taking Hound down to Berkshire to stay in the kennel that’ll have her, because of other stuff going on this weekend.

So it’s a day off work, and a day spent on the motorway. Long term it’s worthwhile, but it’ll leave me looking like a stunned primate tonight.

Enjoy.


Hectic Fortnight

The next two weeks are – to say the least – pretty damn busy.

Among other things (and not all at the same time, obviously) it will involve :

  • Giving (another) statement to police re Emma Ward
  • Driving down to Berkshire to put Hound in Kennels
  • Driving to Peterborough to collect Herself’s brother
  • A big birthday party for Herself’s grandfather
  • Driving down to Berkshire to collect Hound from kennels
  • Finishing off a couple of short script ideas
  • Seeing Pink’s gig in Ipswich

There’s also a number of work-related things in the same timescale, which isn’t helping much.

So all told, a fairly busy couple of weeks…