When
I woke up yesterday I felt pleased to know that Martha, Evie, their
parents and their dogs were coming to spend the afternoon and have
supper with me. Solitude makes a fine relish for Company. It was
another warm day so all doors were open and my own three dogs and the
four guest dogs were free to come and go as they pleased. Why it
pleased two of them to go upstairs and piss and shit I do not know.
How did I know that there were two guilty parties? Simple. The poo
(Frank? Ziggy?) was very small and the pee (Jess? Judy?) was very
large. Is it any wonder that my eldest grandchild, the owner of a
sharp tongue, described this house as 'decorated in dirt'.
There
were visitors expected in the evening, although they were probably
coming to see the dogs rather than me. They cancelled so that left me
another solitary evening with only the four dogs, two cats, a glass
of carrot wine and the last episode of Game of Thrones for solace.
The animals were mostly nuisances, barking at every shadow and,
before the supper table was cleared, I found a dog and a cat
standing on the kitchen table licking plates! Hang your furry heads
in shame Jess and Fred.
Game
of Thrones. It was action packed from the start and with a lot left
hanging. I watched it 'on eggs' as I'd heard that something really
big (bad) was going to happen and I feared for all my favourite
characters. Yet they made it or I hope they did. The big
ending did not disappoint at all for he was a pious, goody-goody,
Belfast-dissing jerk. Sorry Naoise.
So
here I am on Day 4. I'm having an avocado for my lunch and I might
bake biscuits.
