Wednesday 5th August 2020

And now the big news:

KITTENS!

I can reveal, though not a world exclusive, we are to adopt two kittens later this week.

I have been following the RSPCA Cattery in Ashford on FB for a while, and tried to adopt littens before, but with no luck, but this week a mini-Mulder and mini-Scully, bother and sister came up, I applied and we got 'em.

Or will get them.

As I write this Thursday afternoon, they should have already have been with us, but they had the op yesterday (it is a condition of adopting that there can be no more kitties) and their little tummies are upset today, probably from the anesthetic, so we will collect them tomorrow.

Expect lots of cute kitty pics for several months.

But back to Wednesday for now, and well, the usual stuff.

Though I did sleep in until twenty past six, meaning I got up groggy, drank a coffee and had time for a truncated session on the cross trainer before I had to stop to prepare for work.

I am all ready and ready to go at half seven, where we swap news and stores.

Breakfast and more coffee at eight, tidy up and work.

I get news on the kittens. The centre had GSVd along the road and were happy with the location, but wanted to see shots from inside, so I went with camera to snap the downstairs and garden. It just so happened that Mulder and Scully featured in two of the shots.

For the afternoon, Jools had arranged for the gardener to come round to cut our hedges, now that the wild birds had fledged their first and second broods. So, for four hours he trimmed, strimmed and cleared up the clippings. Hedges are a bone of contention, and an easy way for neighbours to fall out, but we have got to know hours, and he talks to them before cutting to make sure he don't take too much off.

We could do it ourselves, but we don't have the tools he has, so paying him to do it works. Means I can carry on working too. And at the end the garden looks stunning.

I do a second session on the cross trainer, longer than any previous on this machine, but not by much, but, you know, its a start.

Then for dinner we have fish cakes, baby new potatoes, but as these have been kicking round the fridge for a couple of weeks, more like teens than babies, really. And a huge amount of stir fry, and fresh corn.

It hits the spot.

And that is it, really.

We were pooped, so we listen to the radio whilst computing or beading. It does get dark now by nine in the evening, meaning the year is getting old and will soon by autumn.