The beginning of the end or a new begoinnig. Drink but no toast.

Bumpy night.
Cat lumped on my left leg, which was turned towards the main wardrobe.
Numb.
Cat booted.
Then sleep for a bit.
Mr H. up in the dark fiddling to find his long johns.
Methinking " oh please do it quick"
Not likely.

Then winks but not forty.
Awake in an empty bed only to hear Mother coughing.
Blow this.
Up.
A positive stuffy atmos. in the drawing room, so opened windows. Cat interested. If you wanna go walkabout then go, but don't come crying to me when your arse gets damp.
He stay in.

A little later after a dangerously hot shower...
Mother no eat Weetabix. Therefore me get the pip. Grr. So I moaned out with another blasted Mother list and went to the Co-Op, which I hate.

And now, as my tummy screams for fat and stuff, Mother is drinking Ginger Wine in her lurid pink dressing gown.
Me no eat yet.

In the Co-Op I bought, along with alcohol papers and Dolly Mixtures, a long Leek.
It pleased me so much. The very thought of using it tomorrow for Braised Country Bacon makes my simple life worthwhile.