Steve asked what time we got up of a morning, and so we said the cats will have us up at six, so no worries. Of course, there had to be something different that happened, and after Mulder had been checking up on us hourly to see if we felt like feeding him, we stirred at just before eight in the morning, woken by Steve going to the bathroom. Oh dear, best get cracking.
The cats had given up and gone back to sleep, sleeping with one eye open to check on any movement towards the food cupboard. So, I feed the cats, make drinks and check on the world via the interwebs as is usual. And the news was that the world is as messed up as it always was.
I make more bacon butties for breakfast to help the waking up process, then Steve goes to pack as he needed to get back home. Oddly, the cats, even Molly, liked Steve and carried on as if he was one of the family even though he didn't like cats. Maybe that's why, cats just know. Anyway, Steve left at just before ten, leaving us and the cats behind.
And as Jools had developed a cold, and hadn't slept well, the half-assed plan I had about going for a walk slipped to the afternoon and then was binned, even though the sun shone low from the autumnal sky.
As usual, we found things to do at home, mainly the washing, preparing lunch and getting ready for the working week ahead.
Lunch came and went, Jools went for a lay down and I listened to some football, wrote some blogs and generally wasted the afternoon away.
Once I had listened to Chelsea spank Man Utd, I went out to collect a curry, as I couldn't be bothered to cook, and so we dined on spicy food until we were stuffed. Perfect.
And, that was your weekend. Just the usual stuff, and there's another one along in a few days.
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