If you have e-mailed me recently and are wondering if I am ever going to reply I can only excuse myself by saying I’ve been poorly. There are 35 e-mails in my in-box. That is 35 I have perused, not new ones (presumably the in-box is growing even as I write this). All 35 need action of some sort- website renewal, changes to my BT Broadband and Yahoo accounts, driving licence renewal (and that's a long story in itself), E-bay telling me I haven’t used my account so it’s going to be deleted (I had forgotten I’ve got two accounts – must rescue it), and lots of personal ones…
I have decided that if I don’t go to bed between now and the end of August I might just about catch up with the jobs I have to do, the e-mails, the blogging, the decorating, the gardening, etc. etc. That is assuming no more jobs come in during that period. I really don’t understand where the time goes.
In the meantime, so you don’t start e-mailing me to ask in the catten is well –
“It's a hard life being a cat and lying here all day between meals. You want the newspaper – that’s your hard luck, I’m not moving!”
"Warmth and sunshine, at last, let's have a good roll."
"How did I end up with my nose under here?"
"I suppose I have to accept being cuddled sometimes."