rewards 28 July 2008
I COULD NOT sleep last night – yes, it was hot, etc, but the MIND wouldn’t just let go either. Anyhow, around 1.55 am (had been abed since 10.30 in the hope that I would get up early and attend to the things I should have delivered b4 it looked like I was thrashing a contract) I heard the sound of vigorous eating of cat food in the kitchen below that I KNEW was not The G – i KNOW her sounds and these were not them. I tried to steal out of bed, telling Rich to shush and met the G in the darkness of the anxious landing before we ventured down and scared the wild and unwelcome cat off – I was just trying to get Herself to come in to the kitchen and see that the visitor was vanquished and gone, and leave her to make it her own again, when the WHITE naked body of MY husband (as I cannot blame the G for any go this) appeared and proceeded to use the downstairs loo for no other reason than we were all (3 of us- the Famblee) there – could his timing have been any worse? NO – cos the G is still in the attic as a result – can’t blame her. It’s a tremendous sight, The Ritchie, but it’s good to be warned too – he’s a lovely hairy fellow and the G, like myself, likes to know what she’s letting herself in for…
