She never usually sat on dad’s lap, but this time she did. Such a loving little tortoise shell cat. I didn’t know then that this sort of fur colouration is mainly female…. I may be wrong. We had another cat too but I dint remember him well, I left home a few years later, and I missed them so much.
Of course when I stayed in student accommodation we weren’t allowed pets, but a year later we took in an old straggly cat that someone was going to have put to sleep. And after that I’ve always had cats… 11 in total… My friends.
Local public house, the Greyhound pub in Penkhull. This was another of the photos that I got into this year’s calendar. It’s another thing that is helping raise money for the village hall that was flooded a few months ago when an old water tank in the roof burst. Luckily the place was cleaned up and dried out quite quickly.
The pub was a local court for Penkhull manor a few centuries ago, and though you cannot see it here, it appears to be tudor in origin though I don’t know for certain.
I was so pleased to hear that I had got 3 photos in the calendar. If there is another competition this year I will try again.
There was a clear sky this morning and a red hue hung on the Eastern horizon. The day has stayed cold, and consequently the house has been cold. I only put the heating on for a few hours then turned it off. I have now put it back on for the evening, it’s too cold!
My house only has a building on one side, so the other catches sunshine in the daytime and leeches it out at night, so depending where you are in the living room you can get warm, but it’s also draughty due to ill fitting doors and old double glazed windows. Currently I have a plug in oil heater opposite me to surround me with a bit of warmth. I used to put the gas stove on in the kitchen but since that stopped working I don’t really have much more ways to stay warm so I’ll put a dressing gown on soon.
I don’t live in an expensive, ideal house. This is next door. Mine is in better repair, but it’s an old house built in the 1900s. It’s been changed so that it has a bathroom/kitchen extention. It took years to buy because we previously rented.
Someone suggested to me recently that I should downsize. To that ideal home the prompt asks about? But why should I? Unless my health deteriorates further. I know where I am. I have a large garden at the side of the house. It’s full of nature, an old pond, trees, squirrels, hedgehogs. Why do I want someone to buy the house and rip it apart. If I ever find the money I would repair and restore it. I guess that’s my ideal home. Maybe with a stair lift and storage for my art?
Looking up, not at a roof, but at the sky. I’d forgotten it was there. The privet tree and hedge are missing, and I feel their loss, but if I want to look up for meteors or to try and see aurora I can do it now. And you can’t take the garden off me. That garden where I’ve seen hedgehogs and squirrels. I will try and get the rest of the garden (the bit I never show you because it’s overgrown) a bit tidier and let more light in (enough) to grow roses and honeysuckle. Xxx
Just a note. Spaceweather.com has updates of astronomical activity and there is a possibility of auroras tonight in North America and Europe!
After another sleepless night I got up and tried calling my cat again. I whistled and shouted but nothing. I had been concerned because when I saw him on Thursday night his chin looked strange and slightly swollen. I had decided to take him to the vets but now it was two days later and him going missing made this impossible.
A woman had contacted me to say she was his previous owner. She had not abandoned him but he had gone astray and although they had searched for months after leaving they had not found him. It was only when I put a missing post on Facebook about him that she spotted him and realised it was her old cat. With her and her husband’s help we managed to walk over rough ground round the backs of houses and flats. It was actually this lady who spotted the cat in a little hutch in a back garden. There was a bowl of water and some food nearby. When we called to him “our” cat came out but was very lethargic and just sat staring at us. It was clearly our (both of us) cat. At that point another neighbour came round the corner and climbed the fence to get the cat. It leapt over the fence and scurried off and into my garden through the hedge.
Off I went to try and catch him. The woman and her husband followed and together we got the cat into a cat carrier. I told them I would take him to the vets as he was looking really poorly. We all agreed that he should stay with me as I’d been looking after him for the last 6 years but I realised she was really upset to part with him again. I don’t think I would have been able to find him without her and her husbands help.
Eventually I made an emergency vets appointment. The vet saw he had an abscess in his jaw and gave my cat a shot of long lasting antibiotics. I also have painkiller liquid to give him. Now it’s just a case of keeping him in for a while. At the moment he’s fast asleep!…
I think an air sourced heat pump is like an air conditioning unit in reverse. Apparently as gas use diminishes they could be the new source of heating here in British homes.
So when I saw an advert for it on Facebook I thought I would check out the information. I clicked on the page, but got taken to a website that wanted me to accept cookies and probably sign up for something I’m not sure about?
Am I being paranoid? Probably, but after all the miselling of various schemes over the years I think my attitude is justified.
I left this comment :
‘I need to know the approximate costs. I don’t want to be taken to a website where I will probably be bombarded by adverts. Is it too much to ask for a simple chart to explain the costs and benefits honestly?’
Home I hear the accent of a fellow midlander and I’m home again. There’s a twang, a sound that I recognise. I tentatively ask them if they will say where they are from. Usually I get a friendly response. Then we discuss where we come from. Either the same town or close by. Memories of town centres, historic areas, parks and zoos. So many things have changed. But hearing a friendly voice takes me back over 40 years to when I left. I can’t go back, my family has all left, homes sold. Only a couple of relatives and friends left and I can’t drive far so it’s out of the question to go. But I’d like to drive down on a nostalgic trip. Some negotiation with friends required as I couldn’t get on a train on my own I don’t think. Anxiety is not a good friend.
I’m too young to get my pension but I’m not working either. My health is not good, and I’m having various tests. So what do I do? I’m trying to keep occupied by doing creative things and trying to get some exercise. It’s weird because I’m not used to being like this, I was always strong physically and mentally but I feel diminished. Time is taking its toll on me.
Sorry, this is too serious, but the prompt is tempting me to reveal more about myself. Lots of things have happened in the last five months that have pulled me in different directions but mainly downward. I try to find a balance between not work and home, but activity and non activity. Sometimes it takes me a couple of days to feel right again. Most of the time I clamp myself tight like a barnacle inside my house, not looking for daylight. It takes me time to pluck up courage to go out. I can think about travelling, but I don’t. I think of all the things that could go wrong.
Luckily I have friends who drag me out. I can go to some places easily, but others? The anxiety is too much for me. Just going outside to pick up the milk off the gate can take me hours to decide to do it. And yet meeting friends lifts me up. My cats help too. What would I do without them.
When I came to Stoke-on-Trent (the potteries), as a teenager I was leaving home for the first time. I was living in student accommodation for the first year, but then I had to move out into a rented room. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me. But I met my boyfriend who later became my husband. I would now tell myself that was the right choice. It didn’t always feel like it at the time, we had some crazy days until things settled down. I could tell my future self some things that I have since forgotten.
I would tell myself that when things were bad they could and did get better. It wasn’t all perfect, how could it be? I never became a famous artist, but enough people would end up liking my paintings for me to feel their recognition.
Life changes over the decades, but a lot of what was important to me as a teenager still is. Moving out also taught me lessons about real life. How I should treat people kindly and to care about them. I can’t say much more because it’s so long ago!
Mallaband-Brown 