Friday 22nd November 2013

And so today is the 50th anniversary of JFK's assassination in Dallas. There have been lots of shows on most channels this week to mark the event, in-between the Nazi documentaries that is, thanks for Children of the Master race yesterday, which we steered well clear of!

What it means to me is that tomorrow is Jools' 50th birthday, one she shares with a certain time travelling doctor. Or should I say Doctor? Much planned for tomorrow, so I will try to post a couple of entries between now and the end of the weekend.

We have been away for a few days, and the good news is that I kept writing, so you will not miss a thing!

Saturday.

I think the only bad thing about going away on a holiday is the business rounding up the cats. However, to temper that, when we come back home they is the joy when we go to collect them again.

I don’t know how they do it, but they knew something was up from the minute we got up. But then I guess anything different would. I thought in order to keep then around so we could grab them at half eight to take them to the cattery, we could just not feed them and they would stay around. Seems sensible, right?

Only, they knew something was up and went out to catch they own breakfast. Breakfast came with feathers, apparently. I managed to get Scully into following me, but Mulder had not been seen since the middle of the night, and Molly’s spider senses had been set off and she scarpered.

Mulder came back at about nine, so we had two of them, but Molly could be AWOL for 24 hours. And so we settled down to wait and wait. At half eleven I heard the cat flap go, but saw no sign of her. The, behind me there was a meow, and there she was stretched out on the carpet.



I grabbed her, and one by one we put them in their boxes, loaded the car and set off for the cattery. Mulder’s bowels even behaved, and so we put them in their big cage and we were off. Up the m20, along the M25 along to the M3 and down, down to the south west. Thanks to the sat nav, we headed down into Hampshire and to Ringwood. Off the main road to the wood, and there was the sign. We arrived about half three, our cabin was ready, so we were shown through the wood to it and told where to park.



After a quick brew we headed into town to go shopping. And found a Waitrose, which meant that although we would eat well, it would be expensive. We went back to the cabin to dine on black pudding flavoured Scotch eggs, salad and fresh crusty bread. It hit the spot.

Outside it got dark, not a sound disturbed us in the cabin with the grassy roof. We closed the curtain, put the kettle on and turned the heater up another notch.