Game Set Danger*

“You’re not going to stop me enjoying this,” I say to the panther.  We’re at Queens to watch the tennis.  “I’ve been looking forward to this all year and…”

“I can stop you enjoying it,” the panther says, rubbing his head against my leg.  All around us people are drinking: champagne, Pimms, wine.  This is my first Non-Drinking Summer.

“Look, I’m going to watch the tennis,” I say to the panther.  “I’m going to enjoy it and…”

“Your shoulder hurts,” the panther says.  “And you look fat in that dress and…”

“It doesn’t matter,” I say.  “I’m just going to focus on the tennis.”

Happy Thursday everyone!
*1983.  By Anna Clarke.  Tennis crime novel.

Morning Glory*

Am watching Dimitrov versus Benneteau at Queens.  It’s very hot at the parental home but there is a fan on the table, so that’s good.  The panther sprawls across the sofa next to me, resting his head on the sofa arm.  He watches the screen, his amber eyes wide.  I think he likes the motion of the tennis ball.

For the first time since my operation, am able to do some arm and chest weights with my trainer, so that’s good.

“Put the morning glory in your blog,” Mum says, so here it is:


Not sure where that fluffy monster is.  It’s very hot out there so he’s probably asleep under a bush somewhere.  Love my fluffy so much.

Have been sleeping this afternoon.  Am very tired at the moment.

The attached photo is today’s gym outfit.

Happy Wednesday everyone!
*1989.  By LaVyrle Spencer.  Historical romance novel.

Fashion Faux Paw*

Catch the train half the way to Dolly’s and just walk the last bit.  Check the ground with my hand: put hand on pavement for five seconds and it’s not too hot.  So can walk Dolly.

Here she is:


It is so lovely to see her and cuddle her.  I love her.  You can see us together in the attached photo.

Catch train home as by then it’s Hot. Do Body Scan Meditation and have been sleeping.  Have just woken up and am sitting up in bed drinking a Diet Coke.  The panther lies next to me, stretched out alongside me.  He rests his head on his paws.  He is sleeping.

Am going to haul self out of bed and watch some tennis from Queens.  It is quite cool in the flat, thank goodness.

Happy Tuesday everyone!
*2012.  By Judi McCoy.  A Dog Walker Mystery book 6.

Two Sets To Murder*

Have been sleeping.  Now am collapsed with the panther in the nest in front of the television.  He rests his huge head on my thighs and I stroke the soft back of his neck.  

We are watching the action from Queens.  Kyle Edmund is about to come on court.  So, on the plus side it’s the grass court season at last.

At Spin this morning the panther drapes himself over my shoulders so can’t push self.  Can’t keep speed or strength up.  Here is graph:


The attached photo is today’s Spin outfit.

Need to unload the dishwasher and have a bath.  Hopefully soon they will stop talking and there will be some tennis.

It is very hot.  Am feeling quite sick: maybe am dehydrated.  Must have some more water.

Happy Monday everyone!
*1963.  By Ludovic Peters.  Tennis murder novel.

Deadly Heat*

“I’m going for a walk round the block,” I say to Mum.

“Drop a card in at that house with the Samoyed then,” Mum says, chopping lettuce to go in a salad.

“Will do,” I say.

Here is one of my cards:

The walk is tough.  My legs feel so heavy: the panther leans against me, slowing me down.  It’s a huge struggle just to walk round the block, but drop a card in the Samoyed’s letterbox.

It’s very hot today.  Try to push self at Spin but the panther sprawls across my lap, slowing me down.  Here is graph:


Am glad that have delayed Instructor Course, there’s no way that would be ready for it at the beginning of July.

Have been sleeping all afternoon.  Am not feeling well.  Think am dehydrated so am drinking lemon squash.  At 5.47pm it’s still Very Hot.

On the plus side: the fluffy monster is feeling better and has been eating.

The attached photo is today’s Spin outfit.

Happy Sunday everyone.
*2013.  By Richard Castle.  A Nikki Heat murder mystery novel, book 5.

One Hot Murder*

Try to push self at Spin but the panther lies on the floor next to me and drags my feet down with his teeth.  Here is graph:


After Spin, we drive to the hospital to pick up a prescription for 37.5mg tablets of venlafaxine.  Dr Stein says that am allowed to raise the dose of my antidepressant but only by a small amount.  So need these little tablets.  Take one, but it may well be weeks before they start to work.

Am sitting up in bed writing this.  The panther lies next to me.  He rests his huge head in my lap.  It is very heavy.  I stroke the soft fur on the back of his neck.

The fluffy monster is not well.  He has cystitis and also he’s off his food.  This is bad as he won’t drink water unless its sprinkled on his food and he needs to drink to cure the cystitis.  We are concerned about him.  Poor fluffy monster.

Am going to wash my hair soon.  Do Body Scan Meditation but can’t sleep: it’s too hot.

The attached photo is today’s Spin outfit.

Happy Saturday everyone!
*2013.  By Lorraine Bartlett.  A Victoria Square mystery novel, book 3.

Sleight Of Paw*

It’s 5.22pm.  Am sitting up in bed.  The panther is lying next to me, resting his head on his front paws.  He is asleep.  Every so often he twitches the end of his tail or one of his ears.  Now he is back it’s as if he’s always been here: I am my true self again with him.

He is with me at Spin this morning, lying on the floor in front of my bike.  In consequence, I can’t keep the speed up.  Here is graph:


Suspect also am not fully recovered from my procedure.

The fluffy monster hasn’t been well. He’s had cystitis.  Poor fluffy.  He’s sitting on my windowsill now to keep him away from his enemy next door.

Here he is:


The cystitis is apparently caused by stress: due to the arrival of the new cat next door.

Walk home from Spin this morning. It takes an hour.

At lunchtime see two red kites circling in the sky far above the garden.  Maybe there are Chicks.  Hope so 

Happy Friday everyone!
*2011.  By Sofie Kelly.  A Magical Cats Mystery, Book 2.

Panther In The Sky*

Waking up from my afternoon sleep, there’s a weight on my chest.  Opening my eyes, I see that the panther is next to me and one of his paws is pressing down on my front.

“You’re not meant to be here,” I say, trying to sit up.  He pushes me back down.

“Ah, but I am here,” he says.  “You look awful.  Exhausted.  And where’s that New Chap then?”

“He lives in Abroad,” I say.

“You see,” the panther says.  “He can’t bear to be near you and…”

“It’s not like that,” I say.  “He…”

“He’s not here though, is he?” The Panther says.  “But I am.  I’m back and you can’t get rid of me and…”

“But the new drugs are working,” I say.  “You’re not meant to be here and…”

“Well, obviously they’re not,” the panther says, resting his huge head on my shoulder.  Stroking his head, I lie down again.  He breathes into my ear and his breath smells of rotting meat.  It is a terrible disappointment that he is here, but life is cruel so here he is.

The attached photo is today’s gym outfit.

Happy Thursday everyone!
*1989.  By James Alexander Thom.  Novel.

Living In The Real World*

My mood still isn’t quite right.  And yet am not depressed.  There are some indicators of depression:

  1. Reluctance to talk on the phone.
  2. A feeling of heaviness and sadness.
  3. Crying.
  4. Spending hours and hours reading.

And yet, the crucial thing is that am not waking up in the morning feeling hopeless, which is what happens when mood is low.  Also: was able to chat to Dolly’s owner yesterday.  Was able to enjoy my walk with Dolly.  Also, lift my weights at the gym without a struggle today: when mood is low my strength declines dramatically.

So, am not sure exactly what is going on.  Maybe am still recovering from operation.  Or maybe drug combination is stopping mood dropping any further.

Have just achieved Body Scan Meditation and sleep and am feeling a bit better.

Will see trainer tomorrow and then will return to my parentals and fluffy monster.  Can’t wait to cuddle him.

Attached photo is today’s gym outfit.

Happy Wednesday everyone!
*1979.  Song by Blondie from the album Eat To The Beat.

I Know But I Don’t Know*

Walk to Dolly’s, walk her for an hour and then walk home.  Here we are:


Mood still not feeling quite right, but am able to talk to Dolly’s owner and to enjoy my walk in the sunshine with my lovely fluffy chum, so don’t think am depressed.

Maybe am still recovering from operation.  Have been sleeping all afternoon.

Am with Dolly in the attached photo.

Happy Tuesday everyone!
*1979.  Song by Blondie from the album Parallel Lines