The Waiting Game

Tuesday.

Lunchtime.

Maybe a little after.

Outside it has started to drizzle, just as the BBC said it would. I have walked into the village to drop of a form at the surgery, come home, made coffee, toasted cheese sandwiches, checked websites for jobs. Decided to turn the heating on as it's darned cold in the house.

Jools left for work at just gone seven, she hardly slept, as our two cats both decided our bed was the place to sleep last night, giving us just half of the rest of the bed. I slept OK, but Jools didn't; at one point she had no duvet and went into the spare room.

So, the lesson is not to give the cats too much or they will take a mile.

Yesterday the rain did fall. Heavily. I stood looking out the window as the rain ran down the window, on the outside. It drummed on the roof of the spare bedroom, as it has a flat roof. The cats looked mournfully out of the windows as their bladders filled. So to help, I put them out of the front door so they had to run to the back door where the flap is. And hopefully did their stuff whilst they were out.

No news on the job front still. Still waiting from the usual suspects, I guess the wheels move slowly.