Angel Whispers

Not a Lot

Someone is pinching days again. Where did seventeen of them go without any blog entries? Must try harder. I think life seems more a like a surreal dream every day that passes and like dreams it's hard to recall them or make much sense of anything. It continues to throw curveballs and surprises however.

I spent a couple of days at my sisters in order to visit a craft show in Birmingham. I came away with nothing, but enjoyed the experience and time spent with family. However, after ensuring a cat sitter would drop in to feed and deal with Dennis's needs I returned to quite a poorly cat. I spent a weekend visiting the vets for necessary treatments which was costly as well as causing a lot of anxiety. Although still not fully recovered I think he's on the mend. Better touch wood.

This has made me worry about leaving Dennis for time away or holidays and I don't want to put him in a Cattery. I'm having problems finding a cat/house sitter for July when I'm supposed to be going to Brighton for five days with my sister. It's not reasonable to have to spend all my time at home because I have a cat, but I do feel I need the right person to care for him. Sadly, the sitter I had when I went to Tucson is fully booked so the search continues.

Sis and I made a pact to lose a stone (fourteen pounds) before visiting Brighton, which seemed achievable at the time. The first week's efforts paid dividends, but being at my sister's place then having a few days out with friends has brought me back to where I started. Only three months to go so I'm hoping it can be done. Motivation isn't so easy these days and energy levels low so it's creep and go. I look at all the clothes I have I can no longer fit into and that should be enough incentive, but then I start questioning if I'll ever go anywhere to wear them as I suspect my days of travelling on ships and attending posh social occasions are over.

The grand monsters have not seen their mother in four months, but now the powers that be are attempting to set up short, supervised visits every alternative Saturday. It annoys me my son has to give up some of what little free time he has to drive to Derby where she still lives, but at the same time I would welcome a healthy relationship between her and the children. The first visit was last Saturday and though not quite a total disaster was poorly organised and left my son in an anxious state.

On the strength of this I have agreed to accompany them on a holiday to Thailand in August. I must be mad. So again I'll be looking for a good cat carer, be bogged down with childminding no doubt, suffering another long haul flight, ferocious heat, unfamiliar food and overdrafts, but you never know I might have lost that weight and be able to wear some of those redundant clothes. I won't hold my breath however.