Wake up at 7am this morning when I have breakfast at 7am. Return to sleep until 9.20am.
Go for drive with Mum to Burston’s where we purchase an aged 50 birthday card, an aged 100 birthday card, some packets of seed and some wasp-deterring Citronella candles.
Come home and have lunch, meditate 🧘♀️ and sleep 😴.
Wake up and the panther is lying on top of me. “I refuse to let you get up, he says, pushing my right shoulder.
“I’m getting up,” I say in a determined turn of voice. I swing my legs out from under me and drag my special sitting-up-in-bed cushion.
The US Open has started so we begin watching Nick Kyrgios vs Roberto Batista Agut. It seems like a good match but we have to leave it at 5 – 5 in the first set for me to have my supper – and Fluffball to have his.
On arriving in my bedroom, it seems that the bed is already occupied:
I just curl around my legs at the top of the bed. It’s a privilege to have my Fluffball’s company and his nursing expertise.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
*1916. By PG Wodehouse. Comic novel.