Friday night and I should be packing
This week I walked to the Hyndland bakery for a loaf of sourdough rye. There wasn’t a single loaf left, not of any kind of bread and I walked out of the bakery ready to burst into tears. I know, just a loaf of bread but it nearly broke me. Some days the straw that breaks the camel’s back is very brittle. I weighed Josie the cat because she looks fat and feels fat. She did not appreciate my concern about her weight, claiming it is all just fur, fat shaming her and all that kind of malarkey. I would like to feed her twice a day, like the canines, to have an idea of her food intake. But Josie insists on food on demand. Very loudly so and if necessary all through the night. Her majesty also requires a dripping bathtub tap because that’s her favourite way of drinking. To sleep or not to sleep? And how long would the standoff last for? We had another safe guarding call from College and we had to pick up Iris. Luck has it that just two days later, Iris had their first appointment with Gl...
